Snippet #1081217

Rodney closed the book, he couldn't quite follow the words. Fairies, goblins, magic...he enjoyed reading, but not children's make believe stories. He lifted himself off of the old, handmade quilt his bed was covered with, and returned the book back to it's rightful place.

Humming a tune as he lightly skipped down the steps, Rodney decided to make himself something to eat. Surely Eva wouldn't mind, and it wasn't like he was a stranger in the house. He stuck his head in the fridge, and grabbed out some supplies to make a sandwhich. It didn't take him long to make, and soon enough he was resting against the green counter and shoving food into his mouth. He breathed in through his nose deeply, the house was unusally quiet. And he suddenly missed the old stories, songs and voice of the old woman who meant a lot to his best friend. He swallowed, and bowed his head in respect and let memories of old begin to wash over him.

A knock of the front door brought Rodney out of his thoughts, and he snapped his head in it's direction. "Um..." He said, looking around, trying to decide if he should get it or not. It was then that he realized that he was making whoever was at the door wait longer than theys should, and he set his food done and rushed to the door.

He opened it awkwardly, and placed a smile on his face. 'Hello, what can I help you with?" He said, quickly and quietly observing the man, wondering if he knew Eva. Thinking of the women, he realized she should've been home by now. He held in a frustrated groan and looked back to the man before him.