Geoff walked out of his apartment, still feeling a bit anxious. The smell of pancakes reminded him that he forgot to eat yesterday.
He thought no one was in the kitchen when he stepped in to take a look at the large amount of pancakes. It looked like there was enough for the whole place and more. He looked around him. He was somewhat hesitant to grab some, wondering if they were made for some special happening.
No, stupid, they're just pancakes...
Geoff still snatched one as if he was stealing, drizzled some maple syrup on it and folded it like a taco to eat, biting at either end each time. Some of the syrup dripped out and he tried to catch it before it dribbled anywhere, making him even more nervous. He hastily ate the pancake before it got too soggy, then tried to lick the sticky syrup off his hands and face. Getting frustrated, he took a quick step to the sink to wash it off.
Good lord, I'm an idiot...
He glanced down at his shirt to spot some syrup dripped on it.
"Fuuuhhh," he whispered to himself.
He pulled that bit of the shirt forward as he tried to wipe the syrup off with a damp paper towel, trying to keep it from leaving an obvious stain. On a normal day he wouldn't care so much, but today...
"No no no no no..."
Topic: A doomed timeline. (Read 133311 times)