Victor's head hurt when he came to his shared apartment. There was a growing restlessness running through his entire body like a hoard of ants. His brain, constantly filled with a buzzing of people's thoughts and feelings, pleaded for a distraction. If not for a total quiet, then at least for a soothing touch of a mind unburdened with drama and dirt of everyday life.
When he saw her, already waiting on a couch with a book in her hands, a smile flashed on Victor's lips without his notice.
Eve lifted her head from the book to give him a nod and "Hello" in greeting. She didn't bother to tell him that Celina and Xia were in the kitchen, that Xia only came a few minutes early, and that for the dinner today was going to be pigeon and tomato stew.
