23: Tipsy Cookies

I knocked on his Brye’s unit. It was I think eleven in the evening. It was thirty minutes ago when I woke and I went down to the near convenience store first to buy something before going here. Brye opened the door after a few seconds of my non-stop knocking. He frowned at me, blinking at the weird knocks I gave his door. “That has to be the most psychotic knock I had ever encountered” he opens the door wider for me to enter his unit.

His unit looked, too plain. I let my eyes roam around while I hear the door closing behind me. I look at him, “what?” he asks me, “You didn’t design things around?” I shrug while looking at him. He only hums while shaking his head. His eyes went to my hands where a big plastic bag is hung. “What’s that?” he tells me.

It was my turn to hum before getting myself comfortable. I went to his kitchen counter and placed the bags down a clinking sound echoes around. He squints his eyes at me, “I figured since gagawa tayo ng cookies, it will be nice if we have s