“Well, suit yourself then...” he shrugged. “Damn it’s cold...” 

“Shower.” I stated with a long sigh. “Go and shower, I'll get you some warm clothes, sir.” I started up the stairs. ”C’mon."  

“Why are you so trusting of me?” he followed.  

“The owner took me in without a single question. I must repay the kindness, so why not spread it?” I hummed lowly. I don’t trust this guy as far as I can throw him! I just know that I can defend myself if he tries anything! “The shower is down the hall. I'll set warm clothes on the countertop in a moment.  

“Thanks, kid.” he smiled; opening the door.  

“If the storm doesn’t lessen by the time you get out, I'll suppose you may help yourself to the kitchen, sir.” I walked past, to my room. 

“Mhm.” he nodded. “I haven't eaten all day~!” 

I unlocked my room door with a key that was on a necklace I always kept; I walked in, passing my cluttered desk, to my wardrobe. My room was small, barely big enough for a twin-sized bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a bookcase. There was a window at the far end of the room that led out to the fore escape, red curtains pulled to either side so I could watch the rain outside.  

I dug through my wardrobe; I often had over-sized clothes, so it was easy to find clean clothes for my guest. As I started to my door, I paused. This man... I invited into my home... I have no clue who he is, but... I slid a heavy folded knife along my desk, dragging it to me. I'm prepared. I pocketed my knife, walking out of my room. As I locked, putting my necklace over my head, a voice startled me. 

“Hey, uh-” it was the guest; he had only a towel wrapped around his waist as he stood in the hall. “Clothes...?” he smiled. 

“Ah, yes.” I dipped my head, outstretching my hands with the folded clothing in them. “Here, if they don’t fit, I could try looking for-”  

“Thanks, kid.” he smiled so warmly. “Not many people are... this genuinely kind.”  

“Hm.” I avoided his gaze. “Let me know if you need anything else, sir.” I walked into the small kitchen. I'm hungry... but I can't make anything...  

“Wow, thanks so much! It fits.” I gasped gently, the guest walking beside me.  

“Mhm.” I nodded once.  

“Say, if you won’t let me pay you, why don’t I make you somethin’ to eat?” he smiled down at me. 

“Uh...” I swallowed hard. “I’m a picky eater.” I stated sharply, my stomach growling. 

“But you’re hungry~!” he hummed, walking further into the kitchen. “Allergies?” 

“Dairy.” I frowned. “I don’t like spicy. And textures are-”