Eggs, Scrambled

You sat at the couch, opened your laptop, and managed to busy yourself with homework, which was good, considering you had class today. The textbooks you'd managed to fumble buying would have been repaid by the scholarship you had, but the money for Kimdile had ultimately come from your own rainy day fund. In any case, your first class of this semester's Calculus 301 was today, a prerequisite for your accounting degree. It was a boring class, and for a boring degree at that, but you knew that even with AI automating things, people would always want people looking after their finances.

You supposed you were lucky. You'd landed a respectable college on your own grades and grown up just wealthy enough to have the skills and connections to have landed a college job already, that paid for the things the scholarship didn't cover. Certainly most college students couldn't afford both their own apartment and tuition. You'd always been just a little bit lucky in a lot of things.

You glanced at Kimdile between derivative problems. She'd started humming to herself, whisking something with your cookware. She'd also tied up her hair into a knot, using a lock of it to keep the rest together. You wondered if she'd be okay while you were in class. Would she get cabin fever, being in your apartment while you were away?

Just as you'd finished wrapping up your review, Kimdile placed a plate next to your laptop. On it was a pile of steaming scrambled eggs, very slightly moist and a vibrant yellow. She also placed a fork next to the plate. She then stepped back and smiled bashfully. "Let me know how it tastes?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Where's yours?"

Kimdile opened her mouth as if to respond, but nothing came out. Instead, she stood there for a moment, a flush of forest green spreading over her features, then she closed her mouth. She went back over to your little kitchenette and grabbed another fork. "Sh-share?"

You nodded, smiling. "Sure."

You each took a bite. They were fluffy, moist, and lightly salted. Not bad at all. And a little garlic, too. You watched as she ate the smallest bit of egg that would fit on her fork. You swallowed and smiled again. "Kimdile, you're not going to be full if you don't properly eat."

She stammered in response. "B-but, if I eat too much, then you'll be hungry!"

You chuckled. "We can eat more later. This is just breakfast. It's delicious, Kimdile. Eat."

You patted the couch next to you and she bashfully sat. You pulled the plate onto your lap and the two of you ate until it was empty. Truth be told, it wasn't that filling, but it was nice. And the view of watching Kimdile eat while practically naked was... not unpleasant, if you were honest with yourself.

Before you let yourself be too honest about it, though, you set aside the plate and put down the fork. You wanted to talk to her about what the day would look like. She looked up at you, attentive.

"So, Kimdile. As I mentioned yesterday, I'm a student. That means I'll be going to classes. I'll be going starting today, actually, so I want to know that you'll be okay while I'm out. What do you intend to do when I'm gone?"