My hand automatically cups my cheek and all of the blood drains from my face, I totally forgot to cover it up this morning. Shit. Think Emily Think.

˝ You should have seen the other guy!˝ I say jokingly and let out a half-laugh trying to buy myself some time. He doesn't seem to really believe me but stays quiet just looking at me.

I am starting to get uncomfortable by his glaze. I need to change the subject.

˝ So now you asked me a question I think it is only fair that you answer one of mine! ˝ I say hoping he would let it go.

˝ One fucking question and that is it!˝ He says.

˝Why are you here? ˝ I say and he looks at me as if I asked him the stupidest question ever.

˝ You really are dumb aren't you ?˝ he says. ˝ Why would be in the amputation ward?˝ 

˝Yea yea doesn't have to get smart with me˝ I defend myself. ˝ What I meant was what happened to you that you end up here?˝ 

˝I cut it off, my leg that is.˝ He says with a blank face. He is really not the communicative one.

˝That is not very truthfully now is it?˝ I fake smile at him.

˝ It is not like you were honest why you got that bruise,˝ he says casually and I narrow my eyes at him.

He is a clever he probably saw right through me, but I don't think he cares anyway he is just trying to change the subject.

˝Well look at the time I have been here almost two hours, ˝ I say as I gather my things. ˝ I have other patients to pester. ˝ I say smiling and waving my hand. 

˝ See you tomorrow Ethan and since you are not the talkative one I have something else in mind.˝ I say as I am walking towards the door.

˝I have a girlfriend and you are not my type,˝He says and I need a couple of seconds to realize how that sounded and what he meant. I turn a bright red color and blush. And storm out the door. The nerve of him.

Today I don't go to the cafe but I go do some cleaning for some rich folks. As I come to the house if you can call it a house or more like a castle. No wonder they need people to clean it. 

I get nervous around such nice and expensive things. I always worry that I will break something. I have never been to this house. I work for a cleaning company and they usually sent students all over the place where the usual worker can't come for whatever personal reason. 

I come to the door and ring the doorbell and then the maid or the house help, I guess, comes and opens the door. 

˝Hello lovely you must be from the cleaning company ?˝ she asks and she gives the warmest smile. She looks like a grandma that gives you cookies and milk because you did well in school or something. 

I quickly nod and she showed me inside and then also showed me what I have to clean, and I go get down to business. 

I put in my headphones on and start cleaning everything. It usually takes me about 4-5 hours to clean everything the house is huge. I open the door to a room and it looks like a late-teen boy room. I am not sure if I can clean in here too so I go find someone to ask. 

As I am walking down the stairs I ran into what I assume the owners of the house. He is an older man with dark hair and dark beard, he looks very handsome and elegant. The woman looks like she used to be a model. Tall, long hair smooth skin.

˝Excuse me,˝ I say try to get their attention.

They both look at me kindly which is not something I am used to from rich folks. To my surprise, they both look at me and ask me

˝ Hi, how can we help you?˝

˝Hi my name is Emily and I am form the cleaning company. And I was wondering if I am allowed to clean the room at the end˝ I say... ˝It looks like a young man's room˝

˝Yes please do˝ The lady says.

˝It is not like he uses it anyway Karen!˝ The man says.

And she exhales sadly. ˝I know but maybe things will change now.˝ She says and you could see the sadness. 

˝Soooo that is yes then? ˝ I say questionably.

˝ Yes sure you can clean it, ˝ The older man says.

˝Okay thank you, I will get back to work now.˝ I say and turn around and almost sprint out of this awkward situation. I can still hear them talking in the distance. But I ignore that it is not my place to know these things.

I open the door and start to clean. I mean it is pretty clean already it is all tidy just a little bit dusty. There are a lot of books and a guitar on the wall. And there are pictures on the shelf... I really shouldn't look at them.... but I got to dust them to so I guess I do have to...

When I pick up the picture I freeze on the spot. I can't believe it is his room, his house, his things... How did this happen? How am I here?!