Keiko opens the door to Nadia’s bedroom cautiously, uncertain what kind of mood she may find her in. They agreed to sleep separately this morning, or rather Nadia decided it’d be best. Keiko didn’t feel she had the right to protest, and so she slept alone in her long cold, stiff bed of lies.
Nadia is sitting up in her bed, reading a book. She doesn’t acknowledge Keiko right away, but she doesn’t scorn her either. She simply continues about her business, as though she’s alone.
“Nadia…,” Keiko speaks sheepishly like a scolded child. “Can we talk? I want to tell you-.”
Nadia snaps her book shut, abruptly silencing Keiko. “Sorry, I have somewhere to be now.” She finally gets out of bed, still wearing the typical lady boxers and tank that she sleeps in. She approaches Keiko and raises her hand like she’s going to pat her head, but it goes over her and grips the door instead. “I’m going to shower and get dressed. Please excuse me for a bit.”
