Chaos!AUFelicianoVargas+Eliza

        "God. You look...horrible!" The comment just slipped out. She kept staring at him critically before digging in one of the bags and picking out a few napkins. Instinctively, as if a mother were cleaning her child, she began to wipe away the dirt, grit and tears that stained his face. The dry napkins barely did anything, however, but at least it was something. As the brunette inched closer to him to help him up, thunder boomed overhead. 


        The storm was upon them. 


        Her actions quickened and, without warning, using all the strength she could muster, she helped him to his feet. At first, she faltered in her footing, figuring he'd be a bit heavy seeing that he was, of course, a man. But...there was barely any weight to him. She paled. Is he starving? she thought almost helplessly. Another crash of thunder alerted her that it was going to start pouring any minute. She needed to get this man home, cleaned up, and fed. But...would he make it? He obviously must have come this far, seeing that he was so frail. 


        "Just hang in there, okay? You'll be in a nice and cozy room before you know!" But her comforting words were drowned out by the rolling thunder. 


 
    

        "Just hang in there, okay?" she kept repeating. Her apartment was a few blocks away, thankfully, so it wasn't a chore to carry him from Point A to Point B. As she helped him across the street, small splashes of raindrops fell from the sky. It progressively began to drop heavier droplets until it was downright pouring. Thunder rolled, lightning cracked, it was almost pitch black outside. Luckily for the two, Elizaveta had quickened her pace, and once another bolt of lightning flashed, the door was already open. 


        Kicking it closed, she reached into her pocket for a key, steadying the weak man on her left shoulder, while her right hand fumbled with the keys. In a minute or so, the door clicked open, and she nudged it aside, a blast of warmth hitting both of them full-force. But it was comforting, way better than the bone-chilling rain that fell from the heavens. 


        The apartment was small and cozy. A couch was situated next to the door and so the brunette gently lay the Italian on it, setting down her bags when she felt as if he lay in a now comfortable position. Without a word, she hurried into the next room. The sound of cabinets being opened and closed mixed with the splattering of rain against the windows. A second or two later, Elizaveta came out with a cup of warm tea in her hands. She set it on the nearby coffee table before picking up the grocery bags and rummaging through them for something--anything--for him to get in his stomach.


        "Is there anything you prefer? Tell me and I'll see if I have it or not." She wanted to get him warm and feed first and then--when he felt a bit more relaxed and not so lifeless--she'd ask him all the questions she needed to get the big picture. 
    

        She needed something quick and easy, something that could be made without the need of a microwave or any other electrical appliance, if the electricity were to go out. And yet, at the same time, it had to be filling. However, as it turned out, nothing she got was simple. All required to either be preheated in the oven or defrosted in the microwave. And then put into the oven. That or it was just...too much. Then again, the mysterious young man was starving, and so perhaps too much was just the right amount. That in mind, the brunette fished out a small pastry of some sort and set it on the coffee table for him.


        "I'll make your main course in a second, okay?" Her voice was soft and reassuring. Without a word, she grabbed the bags, and hurried into the kitchen, not even checking whether or not he would eat the pastry. If he were starving, anything would be good. 


        It wasn't long before an apron hug her frame nicely, and a large pot filled with salted water was boiling on the stove. As she waited for bubbles to shimmer to the surface, she grabbed a box of penne, red peppers, tomatoes, and some condiments such as garlic and shallots. Surprisingly, she also took out a bottle of vodka, but set it to the side for later use. While she waited for the water to boil, she placed the red peppers and condiments into a skillet, adding butter to add flavor, and waited patiently for three minutes for the food to soften. By that time, the water was boiling, and so it was then she added the penne.


        More minutes passed...the sweet aromas pleasant to the nose. She didn't want to keep him any longer, but this was the only quick meal she had--being at 25 minutes total. And surely he could last that long...right? Suddenly nervous, the brunette poked her head back into the living room. He was still there (but really, where would he go?) and he seemed to be okay. 


        Feeling that he was fine, she turned back to her food, and added some tomatoes to the skillet. It simmered, and then she added a half-cup of vodka. She stirred the concoction occasionally until it looked to be done. And by that time, the penne was soft. After draining the boiling water, she mixed the two, and added salt to the dish to up the flavor. To further induce a savoring taste, basil and Parmesan was added. 


        "Here you go!" 


        Twenty-five minutes and thirty-four seconds later, dinner was served. 


        "It's called Penne with Vodka Sauce. Creative, isn't it? I've never had it before, so I was meaning to try it sometime soon, but that's okay. I hope you enjoy!" 
        

        Apron still on, Elizaveta took a seat opposite of him and watched as he kept his hunger at bay by taking small mouthful bites. It wouldn't be wise to stuff yourself until you either 1) got sick and threw up or 2) passed out because of the sudden intake of food. Other than the fact that he seemed to be doing well, it was at this time that she got a real good look at his physique. He was slim, no doubt, and had...cats ears and a tail. Now, what was that all about? 


        "If you don't mind me asking, sir, who exactly ARE you?" Up until now he was a stranger she willingly let inside her home but he was on the verge of death, it appeared. She couldn't bate an eye or turn away. What kind of human being would she be to openly deny service to a man in serious need? Event he thought made her sick just because she knew people would purposely do that.