Killing Jar

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

I was surprised the next morning, by a knock on my apartment door that turned out to be Brendon.

"Just thought I'd come see you," Brendon said, smiling. "Are you excited for your contract meeting next week."

"Yeah," I said, smiling back. "I can't believe this is actually happening. It's so surreal."

Brendon chuckled.

"I know the feeling," he said. We stood in the doorway for a moment before I remembered my manners.

"Oh! Why don't you come in?" I said, opening the door wider and stepping back. Brendon laughed at me as he came into my apartment. He looked around quickly.

"Nice place you got," he commented.

"Thanks," I said. We stood in silence again.

"So," said Brendon. He glanced at my clock. "You hungry?"

"I guess," I said. "Why?"

"Want to have breakfast with me?" Brendon asked. "I know this place that has the best pancakes."

"Well, how can I resist the best pancakes?" I said. "So, yes, I will have breakfast with you."

"Great," said Brendon.