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“Tell your friend I said thank you.”
“Only if it helps,” he said, reaching for the fries.
I had so many questions. There were so many things I wanted to know about him, but Tristan always had his guard up.
“How long have you known Morris?”
“Seven years. He applied for a cleaning job at the company. Every time I walked past him in the morning, he greeted me and asked me how I was doing. I admired his dedication and offered him a job here.”
“What exactly is his job? He pretty much does everything.”
“I don’t even know.” He laughed softly.
“Do you miss your family?” he asked, shifting the topic to me.
“No,” I said, staring at the empty cup in my hand. I wanted another milkshake.
There was thick silence as neither of us said a thing. I wanted to go back under the bed and hide there.
“Do you want to go for a walk? You’ve been inside the whole day.”
“That would be nice,” I said, packing some fries into my mouth.
“Let me change into something else. I’ll be right back.” He pushed away from the wall and stood up.
I cleaned up after he left but didn’t change my pajama pants and hoodie. I took my blanket with me when he came to get me. He had changed into jogger pants and a dark blue T-shirt. We stepped out of the house, walking side-by-side.
We walked down the sidewalk in serene silence. It was slowly getting dark outside.
“If you could change one thing in your life, what would that be?” I asked, and he stayed quiet for a while.
“June 9 and 27,” he said in a soft whisper. He sounded sad.
Should I ask him what happened those days or just wait to see if he will explain?
“What about you?” he asked, looking at me.
“Being born into a better family,” I whispered, kicking at a small object in my way.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked quickly, trying to change the sad atmosphere settling between us.
“I got the house when I was twenty, so around eight years.”
“Must be nice, having all this at a young age.”
“Having what?”
“Money and freedom.”
“There is more to life than money. I never got the chance to grow up like my peers. I started at the company at nineteen with little basic knowledge. I had my own dreams, but they didn’t really matter.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Not anymore. I have grown to love what I do. I cook during my free time, so I’m cool with it.”
“There was this time I was cooking with my sister, and I didn’t know I’d turned on the wrong burner. Thirty minutes went by, and I was wondering why the chicken wasn’t boiling.”
“You shouldn’t be allowed into a kitchen,” he said, laughing.
