The singing class ended after three hours. When she finished, she liked to go to the cafeteria and make herself hot water with honey, it helped her get over the pain. That day she did the same. In the cafeteria she found the video editing group, together with three of his team who were in charge of translating the mocap movements into animation. And with his back to her, hunched over the table, was Vick.
"Just go"
She hurried her movements, not wanting to bump into him. The water stopped flowing, she cursed because the glass was half full. She had to replace the drum, it was not a complicated task, she had done it before but it was not her intention that the group's eyes would be diverted towards her.
He asked at the counter for honey and waited. She checked her schedule for tomorrow, she had the morning free and, in the afternoon, she had to show up at the studio. A new song.
-Here- the girl handed her the now full steaming glass.
-Do you have mint? - she didn't turn around, he knew that voice -, it helps relax the muscles, here - he ran his finger along Kira's exposed neck, she jumped, feeling the path of the electricity. Consequently, the glass spilled on the floor, burning part of his hand.
-God- Vick took her hand, guided her to a faucet and turned it on. The water ran down his arm and dirty the floor.
-The ground- she murmured.
-Does that really seem important to you now?- Kira saw his face, concern, fear, love. He shook his head. That wasn't real. Vick, for some reason, felt the need to take care of her, that was all.
"But he said it"
-Let's go to the hospital.
-I'm fine- she lied, without the water his hand itched-. You can return to your meeting.
-Where will you go?
-Home- he said without further ado.
-I'll take you, wait in the parking lot.
-I'm fine- she repeated, trying not to cry-. I can take care of myself. Go away - with those words she walked away without further ado, in the cafeteria they were already cleaning the floor and a new glass of steaming liquid was waiting for her on the counter. She took it quickly. He didn't wait for the elevator but instead took the stairs.
Her hand stung too much, she had to concentrate on breathing deeply so as not to cry. The bus that took her to the apartment arrived in five minutes, she had to hurry.
The bus was unusually empty. She took his place near the window. She had wet a hand towel with cold water and was holding it over his hand and told himself he would search the Internet for how to cure that burn.
Couldn't forget the expression on his face, that worried expression she had only seen in novels and movies. Vick didn't know her, their meeting three years ago was just a product of chance, there was no such thing as destiny, the red thread, crossed paths.
-It's all nonsense- he whispered, getting off the elevator.
As he walked down the hallway he felt a coldness run down his back, the kind of cold that heralded something bad.
The keys fell to the floor with a clatter. Right in front of the door, shining like a star was a golden card.
Kira fell unconscious on the ground.
