Thinking about the past, I couldn't help but laugh. Everything back then seemed like a joke. Now that I thought about it, everything about it was enough to warm my heart for a long time.
Fate couldn't be avoided even if one tried. No matter how much you forced something to happen, it was still not going to happen if it wasn't meant to.
I heard footsteps behind me. Fiona must have figured I was taking too long and decided to come and get me to eat.
I tied my long hair into a ponytail and turned around. When I saw that it was Hendrix, I was a little startled.
Then I turned back slightly and continued doing what I was doing but at a slower pace.
What happened last night was a fight, right?
Hendrix put his hands on my shoulder. I could see him from the mirror. His gaze was warm. He looked at me as I braided my hair, no longer angry like he was the previous night.
I set my gaze downwards to avoid looking at him.
I didn't say a word and neither did Hendrix. Silence fell between us, making the already odd atmosphere feel even tenser.
I sighed.
I took a slight breath, but before I could say something, Hendrix said, "We're going to see Yana later. Do you want to put some makeup on?"
If he didn't remind me, I would have forgotten about it. We did agree the night before that we would visit Yana and her son.
I considered his initiative to start a conversation with me as a way to coax and comfort me. Usually, others always had to compromise when it came to him. Seeing him going soft for me, I could not keep silent any longer.
I nodded in response.
"Are you still going to the office today?" I asked while applying my lip balm.
Putting on makeup was too much of a hassle. Plus, I had to remove them later which just sounded too much of a chore. As long as I looked presentable, just lip balm would do.
"You look good!" He commented, like a child wanting to please his parents.
I smiled faintly, got up, and went into the closet.
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