4 Trip To The Old Flowery

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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."

already said she

pressed

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

wet feeling off her dress. "Shit," She cursed when the back

stung.

grabbing her by the wrist and

"Where are we going?"

be a first aid

"For coffee?"

have a

just a

if you don't shut up, I'm gonna pour another cup of coffee on

*~*

the third time and Leonica

long gone." She said, finally standing up from the chair Anastasia had forced her to seat

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,

arching a brow in

"Ah, Reeds?"

deal?" When Leonica bent her head to the side, she added.

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

the first time we met."

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