Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 30, 2024
"Alessandro says you've done perfectly well and, because you don't have a bank account yet, your payment will be transferred to me."
"My payment?"
"Yes." Petro smiles a bit at her astonishment. "This was not a request done during exams and Alessandro personally assigned you to it, hence, the money is yours." He explains, briefly. "It's all up to you if you want to share it with your team after you receive it."
She blinks out of her state of awe, of earning money for herself, and she asks, "When will I be getting an account for myself?"
"After you graduate?"
"When is that?"
"This April." Petro tells her, watching her count the remaining months on her fingers, before her eyes widen. She looks back up to him and he nods. "It's very close."
After a minute, the moment passes and her eyes dim again. Graduation is just around the corner she's excited, but... "Is that all?" She asks and the man nods, dismissing her ...Ryan isn't here and it's so close. What if I had sent him to the party instead? What if I went to the party and had Katya on look out? Would she have fought in fear, ran away, or be precise in her work? Would Ryan be still alive...?
What if I had told Petro to choose someone else.— shut up...sHuT uP...SHUT UP! HE IS ALREADY...dead.
Alexa leaves his office and heads to her room where the things she bought online lays in a pile on the floor. She stares at it for a while, wishing she can stop thinking. She wants a fucking break. Everything is going to start pissing her off soon if she doesn't stop this.
Whew! She exhales heavily, dropping herself in her couch. She gets flashbacks, almost instantly, of Ryan and Katya's silliness and her once comfortable furniture, becomes a hazard to her mentality. She doesn't get the time to venture into the past, in light of the fact that Phillipeño barges into her room.
He scrunches his nose at the thick air and hugs himself, muttering, "Being in here is starting to feel tight." Walking over to where Alexa sits, he plops beside her. "Are you feeling better?"
"Define better." She states, huffing in ridicule.
"It's when something is greater than something else?" He replies, unsure of his wording, and she glares at him for ignoring her sarcasm. What she really wants to know is how Katya is doing and he knows that's all she cares about. "She's fine, Alexa."
The girl doesn't question his weird blind telepathic abilities anymore. She questions him instead, "How do you know? You haven't seen her."
"She's mourning. She needs time." He tries to reassure her, but she becomes spicy.
"So, you're saying that we aren't mourning?"
Phillip sighs, "I don't mean it in that way. We're mourning, yes, but we all do things differently. Plus, you're not a normal human being anyway–"
"That's disrespectful." She grunts, quietly.
"You're beautiful."
"You're beautiful too." She puffs out in annoyance and he chuckles, lightheartedly.
Soon, a frown creases his forehead and thoughts that have never crossed his mind before, come waltzing into his brain out of nowhere. He didn't really care about this fact until now.
"I–I actually don't know what I look like."