As if today promised to Désirée that this day would be very long, the alarm went off too early. It was seven a.m.. And the thing that no one knows is that the young woman don't like wake up early, especially when yesterday she worked late on a boring thing. When the alarm went off at seven a.m., she can't slept anymore, so she waking up and getting away from her bedroom without making noise and without wake up her roommates. She goes to the kitchen and sits down on a a chair, just in front of the tablethat she has cleaned yesterday. She was tired because yesterday, she read late and wrote late. Fucking university. And suddenly, sitting in the kitchen, Désirée has an idea which seems like the best one of the day. Making hot coffee. So, she made hot coffee.

She was drinking her hot coffee, standing in front of the table when her stupid roommate get in the kitchen with a big noise. Désirée dropped the cup of coffee of her hands and the hot coffee splashed her and the floor. The cup broke and there was glass everywhere untill her stupid roommate. She got angry.

« AH ! Stupid boy. Do you see what you do ? Oh, I hate you. And I hate coffee. I hate everything this morning ! Help me to clean up, PLEASE, Alban. Or I kill you with this glass. »

She showed him a part of the coffee cup and stooped for pick up other parts of the coffee cup, insulting him in her head.



CORRECTION. MERCI ALBAN. (a)

Spoiler:

There was something, in the expression of Alban that Désirée didn't know what thinking about. Yes, maybe he didn't really like her "hello" for today but.. But nothing actually. He should understand that there were days with or without, no ? Apparently, he didn't decide to make an effort for understand Désirée today. By the way, that didn't bother Désirée; she prefered have her thoughts for herself and no one else. Suddenly, the young woman wanted to cry, like when she was a child, and maybe her mother can come here and clean everything. But no. Her mother was in Paris, propably reading one magazine on the sofa, and she was there, in America, farther than she had ever been. During she was thinking about stupid things, she cut herself with a part of the coffee cup. Fuck. Fortunately, it wasn't really deep. Désirée rose up and went to the sink for rinse her arm. HAHA. And her roomate who was saying he didn't want to cut himself. In a certain way, it wasn't a problem now, because his turn was gone.

« Ahah, don't worry Alban, apparently, it's my turn today. »

Désirée sat down on a chair, forgetting the broken cup on the floor and the blood on her arm. She took a piece of bread on the table and began to nibble it. She looked at Alban who was asking her if she burnt herself. She answered the negative, even if she burnt herself. She smiled and decided to be a nice girl today.

« So, let's forget the coffee cup on the floor. Did you sleep well ? »

And as a nice girl would do it, she took an other piece of bread and proposed it to Alban.