THE MYSTERY GIRL ( Is she human?)

was the least of what he was expecting. " What were you expecting" she retorted " A beggar has no choice" she scorn at him, pulling out the crispy notes from his hands. “You’re still taking th

you?" His voice coming out a bit calm than expected.. In reply her stomach rumbled. "Who are you?" He asked again taking a step closer to her, she moved backward, fidgeting with her nails. "How did you get in here?" She could move no further since her back was against the wall. He trapped her, placing a hand above her head. "And for the last time, am asking, who are you?" At that moment he sounded dreadful, waiting for an answer and her stomach groan in reply. He blink, stared down at her abdomen and her hands clung around it. He backed away from her, ruffling his hair. Then looked back at her. Sharply, she lower her gaze to the floor. He sighed. “Hungry? Is that why you sneak in here. You ain’t no different from me, cause am hungry just as you are. There’s nothing here.” He throw a glance at her, her head was down and she made no efforts of lifting them. Weird. Strange.. He tried to see her face, the more she dug her head down. “Am not gonna beat you, or kill you or throw you out.” She made no attempt on lifting them. Shaking his head. He turned his back against her. He picked up a ceramic pot from the floor, why am I doing this? He shoved the thought aside. Perhaps ms Teresa left some stuff in here. And truly there she did fill the store with groceries. Strange. He shrugged his shoulders. There is some much strange things going on here. "You can sit on the island" he said without sparing her a glance, clutching and unclutching his fist. She definitely isn't a thief but how did she got here. And the only person that came to his was no other than ms Teresa... She glanced around, wondering what he meant and she couldn't figure it out. So she remained rooted on spot. Watching him fixing stuffs in the kitchen here and there. Without looking her way. She watched his every move, though she had no idea what he was doing. When he was done he sets the plates on the table. "Come have a sit" he pulled out a chair. She lift her heavy feet towards him and sat down. He pushed the plate of pasta in front of her. The aroma bringing a hint of memory somewhere she couldn’t put a finger on. Taking the seat next to her. Watching her intensively. She flicks her eyes on the meal and then at him. He raise his brow "What, you don't like it, you're not gonna eat it?" He asked and lean closer. “And there was I trying to be a Good Samaritan.” He hissed. Looking away from her. Her face fell. As she watched him, talking to himself. He mumble a few cuss word while gazing elsewhere, his slender fingers tapped on the table. “All because of what.” “Humph” She lifted her gaze and was staring at his bare arms. While he rasped on and on and didn't notice her very close to him, she moved closer, that her skin was almost touching his. And quickly grabbed his arm, before he could comprehend what she was trying to do. She was already digging her teeth into his flesh. "Aargh!” ***** It was a quick bite. She removed her teeth from his arm, feeling a little remorse at what she did. Well she was trying to tell him what sh