4 Trip To The Old Flowery
1/A
A Trip To The Old Flowery.
“Shit!” Leonica hissed and staggered back, swinging her hand in a bid to get rid of the burning sensation that the coffee had caused when it poured on her blouse, as well as her hand.
“Leonica, are you okay?” Anastasia was quick to rush to her side, checking on her even before the culprit could utter a word.
And when he finally did, both head snapped his way. “Ms. Romero, are you alright?”
Leonica squinted her eyes at the familiar male. Stuart Reeds, forced a smile, the gesture coming off as a twitch rather than the actual action.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t minding where I was going, hope you aren’t hurt?” He asked, the tone of his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
“I’m fine, it was an accident.” Leonica answered, ignoring the look of confusion she was getting from Anastasia who was beside her.
Stuart watched as she tried, but failed, grumbling underneath her breath about how she now needed to go home to get a change of cloth.
“Perhaps, I could offer some assistance.” He offered, gesturing towards the stain on her chest with handkerchief.
Leonica’s hand stopped moving and her eyes slowly lifted, her gaze locking with his. He smiled once more, this one having an eerie feeling to it.
“I’m fine,” She repeated. “It’s not a big deal.”
“But, it looks like a big deal.”
“Leonica already said she was fine.”
Stuart’s eyes snapped to the other female in the hall, his lips pressed into a thin when he spotted Anastasia giving him a deathly look.
He cleared his throat and stuffed the handkerchief he had pulled out back into his pocket. “Of course.” He nodded. “I should be on my way, excuse me.” He said, giving a respectful bow before walking off. “Who’s that?” Anastasia asked once he had turned the corner.
“A new employee.” Leonica answered, still trying to brush the wet feeling off her dress. “Shit,” She cursed when the back of her palm
stung.
“Stop.” Anastasia scolded, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her away.
“Where are we going?”
“The cafeteria. There should be a first aid box there.”
“For coffee?”
“You have a blister, idiot.”
“It’s just a small one.”
“I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna pour another cup of coffee on you.”
*~*
“Is the pain gone?” Anastasia asked for the third time and Leonica had to stop herself from groaning.
“Annie, it’s been a good half an hour since the accident, the pain is long gone.” She said, finally standing up from the chair Anastasia had forced her to seat in for close to an hour.
She looked around while stretching her limbs, scanning the cafeteria. It was the first time she had been down there in ages, but even so, everything looked the same, as if it hasn’t been ages since she last came down here.
“So, about that man.” Anastasia’s voice had her looking back, arching a brow in confusion. “The one upstairs who had bumped into you,” She emphasized.
“Ah, Reeds?”
“Whoever he is. What’s he’s deal?” When Leonica bent her head to the side, she added. “His vibe, it was all…”
“… Off.” Leonica completed her friend’s sentence. She would have smiled and joked about how entwined their intuitions were, if the situation didn’t demand for a more serious tone.
“I know. Known since the first time we met.” She explained.
2/4
Apple The Old Flowery
“And you didn’t say anything?” Anastasia asked. “Do anything?”
“I wish I could, but I don’t have any proof to back up my gut feeling and I don’t want to fire the wrong person.” She said.
The moment those words left her mouth, somewhere in her purse, she heard her phone ring out loud.
Anastasia watched her fish the device out before she sassed. “Oh, but now you know where to find your phone.”
Leonica sent her an eyes smile before she focused her attention on the device’s screen, her expression dropping a little bit when she saw the call was from Gabriel.
She looked up and sighed, knowing exactly why he was calling, and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to avoid his calls after
wrapping herself up in that web of lie yesterday.
“I need to take this for a few seconds,” She said, turning to leave.
Anastasia waved her off. “Sure, sure. You go do whatever you want, just leave me here, by myself.”
“Annie,” Leonica whined, but Anastasia sent her an innocent look. With a sigh, she turned back and walked a couple of foots away from where the sassy noirette was seating.
Pressing the answer icon, she placed the phone near her ear. “Gabriel.” She greeted.
“Leonica.” Came the sound of his voice through the other line filling her ear and her mind instantly and sending her nerves tingling. “I was starting to wonder if you had bailed on me.” He said. Leonica took a moment to curse his retentive memory. Why does he have to remember everything. She silently snorted, well, not everything.
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