At morning dawn, me and Emiliano arrived at his apartment.
The same scent of clean laundry and fresh coffee hit me like a truck. Comforting. Deceiving. Just like the owner.
Silence followed us here too. Just the buzz of the fridge and the coffee maker breaking the heavy atmosphere ever so slightly.
We haven't spoken since yesterday's incident. Not he tried to get close to me again.
The drive here was radio silence. I could hear our breaths and heartbeats. Like in Resident Evil.
And just like in that game, I am trapped with nothing but an invasive virus that keeps on making my body weak.
Only difference? Emiliano had a driver's license.
"I have work today. Are you going to be fine on your own?"
What am I? A child?
I scoffed at him. Pour myself some coffee. Sat down at the table.
"Luther", he said threateningly."I expect an answer."
"Oh, please. What? If I say no, are you gonna play babysitter with me?"
