Precious grinned and started up the beans. Eddy had a complicated coffee machine, pretty much an espresso maker you'd find in actual cafes, but it was so fucking good. If ever she decided to switch careers, she'd make a pretty good barista. The coffee was also the only reliable way to get Eddy out of bed with the least amount of bitching.<br/><br/>As Luke got the plates, Precious pulled out some fruit and a chopping board and began to make a simple fruit salad. It would be for Eddy when he finally manages to drag his corpse from the bedroom.<br/><br/>"3 years, but I've known him for longer," she answered. She had first met Eddy as a prostitute. He had been passing her corner one day and stopped like most men do. He bought her time, not to fuck but to model for him. He paid her for 3 solid weeks to sit in a chair for 2 hours. The easiest money she's ever made in her life. They also became friends and continued to keep tabs of each other afterwards.<br/><br/>Then two years later she suddenly gets a letter from him and a check for 6 million fucking dollars. Apparently he had made a statue based on her that sold for 20 million, and he had given her a cut as royalties or something. Suddenly she was a millionaire.<br/><br/>After taking care of her debts and her family, she decided to become a nurse. She just got her cna when she heard about Eddy's condition. Technically, he wasnt paying her a cent, but then again she didnt actually have to work for a living, so shes just been showing up.<br/><br/>She<i>was </i>a cna, just not Eddy's, though he definitely needed one with how badly his hands have gotten. He took the steroid shots better from her than he did his doctor anyway. As far as she was concerned, she worked for Eddy.<br/><br/>"How about you? Where'd you guys even meet?" She asked, having a bunch of burning questions of her own.