Project Jenesis

•Chapter 3•

I rubbed my eyes and looked in my fridge and completely forgot to go shop. I quickly put my shoes on and lace them. I put my hair in a sloppy bun that stray hairs hang around my neck and face. I hold my arms on how sore they've gotten since I cleaned the trucks last night. I have five of them. I only rent out four. My father's sits in his private garage. My face feels hot, I should buy some fans for the apartment. My eyes focus on the door unknowingly as I think of the heat and how I don't like it yet I live here. I see a shadow approach the door of the small apartment above the shop. I know it's the blue eyed man. I was too busy I forgot to ask his name. I open the door and there he is with his sweater around his waist. His hands around the back of his head and he is wearing a black shirt with cargo pants that chains dangle on his hips.

"Come inside. I'm about to make coffee." He looks wide awake. I envy him. Not really but I gesture him inside and he takes a seat by the table. A scent of soap and fresh rain surround his aura. I like it. I realise I am smiling to myself so I mentally scold myself not to.

I watched him as he sat in the second chair. There was just me and my father before so we only had two chairs.

He leans on the table with one elbow. I notice a tattoo that is on the inside of his wrist. Hard to make out what it is since I glanced away.

"My name is Roxanne Vray." I say lazily. I feel sluggish. He sits there quietly. Then nods, "I'm Venge." I raised my brow and sit straight. "Does that have a last name with it?" I ask curious. My curiosity always gets the best of me. I notice he's looking around. "So do you have something that needs to be fixed?"

"Nothing right now. I just have to go get something... I'll show you around when I get back." I am way to tired to think. I feel my stomach growl low. "Have you eaten?" He asks with a side stare. Looking concerned. "Its fine. I'm just going to go and buy something. Not sure--" he suddenly stands up and cracks his knuckles. Is he leaving? Its fine I guess. Didn't think he'd want to stay for working on the first day anways. I almost expect him to walk towards the door.

Suddenly he is looking in the fridge. I feel like protesting but what about? How its rude? I hardly care at this point. He pulls out an old piece of bread then looks at me. I shrug.

"I'm coming with you." He closes the fridge and gives me his hand. I ignore it and stand. I'm not that weak to need help to stand, soon as I am up I feel dizzy. He steadies me and I feel a slight blush creep on me. His hand is on my back and its comforting. I don't like it. I push his hand away and stand proud. "Alright let's go." He watches closely as I head out into the bright light which is the sun shining.

We make it to his old fashioned car which looks like it was modified. I realize now why he asked for this job. Even though its changing more each time.

"That's a nice car." I get in and he gets in as well and starts the engine which is quiet and he turns the radio on. "Thanks. I needed to explore my talents so I decided to fix it up. Not much, I'm capable of more but this will do." Is he bragging? I look at him for a moment and realise I must be staring since he looks at me as well. The corner of his mouth is slightly upwards. Both of us silent. I casually look away. Not caring what he thinks.

We stop in at a gas station - café where he quickly jumps out and leaves me sitting there. I would go inside but I feel to tired. This is just great. Way to be for a new employees first day to start work. I'll pay him extra.

He comes out within seconds and brings me a hot plate of food. There is a whole breakfast menu on it. From bacon and eggs with toast and orange juice in a paper cup with hashbrowns. I give him the stare that asks how is it done so fast? He clears his throat and speaks. "I usually come here so there is always a meal waiting just after ten. Quick way of eating without cooking yourself." He has a low voice and closes the door. I take a bite and wish he wasn't in the car. He turns the radio on and there is this upbeat song playing that is of foriegn language. Something that makes me feel more alive in my soul just not whole yet. He's not looking though which I take advantage of to devour a quick bite of the bread with the eggs and bacon with the hashbrowns squished into a sandwich. My mouth is full when he turns to me. Both of us quiet before I laugh. He has a beautiful smile I notice that his teeth are white and his top canines are a little sharp and so are his bottom ones. I choke a little and he laughs.