She glanced around the room, taking in the apartment's minimal furnishings: a couch, a small table with two chairs, a few lamps, a stereo, but no television. His bedroom sat off to the right, where the open door allowed her to see a small night table and a rumpled bed. The kitchen was merely a room divided by a small, three-foot bar.
He liked the place, even though the neighborhood was rough and the tenants noisy. It wasn't home, but then he'd never really had a home, at least not one of his own. He'd lived with Rick Sanchez a while, and that had seemed as close as he'd ever get to having a family. But that was before Rick died. Ever since, his life had been centered on taking care of Rick’s daughter. Where he lived was a trivial matter.
He waited to see Bonnie's reactions to the apartment, but she didn't so much as blink. After a brief smile, she set the basket on the table, then opened it with a flourish. David had to say something….
“I know it’s not really a hotel as i said last night, and it’s not …much, but it’s comfortable and it’s not like it’s permanent…so”
Bonnie blinked at him. “I think it looks great” she said and flashed him a quick, sweet smile. "I brought blueberry muffins, sausage links and fresh fruit….and coffee."
He was touched, he couldn't help it. "I can't believe you made me breakfast."
"It's not fancy, but you didn't strike me as a man who would want escargots so early in the morning." she said.
He grimaced, then ended with a smile. "And you didn't strike me as the type who would cook for a man."
"I like to cook….I learnt it from my grandmother. My mother thinks it's some faulty gene inherited from my ancestors. But since I'm not married, I don't get to indulge very often."
"What about dates? You could do some real nice entertaining in your house."
She busied herself with setting out the food. "I don't go out much….and you might not believe it, but i don't have a lot of friends"
He wasn't immune to her vulnerability. He reached out and touched her hand. "No woman has ever cooked for me before." he said softly.
She stared at him, shocked. "You're kidding."
Feeling a little stupid now for mentioning it, David shook his head. "Nope."
"What about your mother?"
"Left when I was real little. My father raised me."
"Oh." Then she tilted her head. "The two of you are close?"
He laughed. "Hardly. Dad stayed drunk most of the time, and I tried to stay out of his hair, 'cause Dad could get real mean when he drank."
"That's awful!"
She looked so outraged on his behalf, he grinned. "It wasn't as bad as all that, Bon."
"Of course it was. I think it sounds horrid. Did you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope."
"So you were all alone?" That was the softest, saddest voice he'd ever heard, and for some fool reason, he hated hearing it from her… didn't want her to pity him. "Naw. I had Rick."
"Rick?"
"Yeah. See, I wasn't all that respectable when I was younger, and Rick Sanchez busted me trying to steal the tip he'd left for a waitress. With Rick being a cop and all, I thought I'd end up in jail. But instead, he bought me lunch, chewed me out real good, then made me listen to about two hours' worth of lectures on right and wrong and being a good man. I was only fourteen, so I can't say I paid that much attention.”
“When I finally got out of that restaurant, I didn't think I'd ever go back. But I did. See, I knew Rick ate his lunch there every day, so the next day, when he saw me hanging around, he invited me to join him.“It became a routine, and that summer, he gave me a job keeping up his yard. After a while, Rick kind of became like family to me."
Bonnie was grinning now, too. "He was a father figure?"
"Father, mother, and sometimes as grumpy as an old schoolmarm. But he took good care of me. I guess you could say he was a complete 'family figure.'"
"He sounds like a wonderful man."
"Yeah." David looked away, wishing he'd never brought up the subject. "Rick was the best. He's dead now."
"Oh…I'm sorry about that."
David bit his upper lip, barely controlling the urge to hug her close. She had spoken so softly, with so much sincerity, her words felt like a caress. Somehow, she managed to lessen the pain he always felt whenever he thought of Rick. God, he still missed him, though it had been nearly five years since he died.
David nodded, then waited through an awkward silence while Bonnie looked around for something to do. She went back to unloading her basket. As she opened the dishes, David inhaled the aromas."Mmm. Smells good. Why don't you get things ready while I put on some pants. Okay?"
"I'll have the table set in a snap." Then she grinned again. "I hope you're hungry. I made plenty."
David shook his head. She was wooing him with breakfast, a ploy as old as mankind, and he was succumbing without a struggle. If he was ever going to keep her safe, he'd have to keep his head and maintain the control. The only way to do that was to make certain some distance existed between them. He couldn't be moved by every small gesture she made.
When he emerged from the bedroom two minutes later, Bonnie had everything on plates. He noticed there were two settings, so obviously she planned to eat with him. He also saw that, other than coffee mugs, she'd found only paper plates and plastic cutlery in his kitchen. But she didn't seem put off by that fact. A tall thermos of coffee sat in the middle of the table. It smelled strong, just the way he liked it.
"This is terrific, Bonnie. I appreciate it." he said. Normally, he didn't eat breakfast, but his stomach growled as he approached the table, and he couldn't deny how hungry he was.
Bonnie poured his coffee, still smiling. "I thought we could talk while we eat. Maybe get to know each other a little better. I mean, we will be spending a lot of time together, and we're practically strangers."
He glanced up at her. "I wouldn't say that."