2012
A’s Office – Headquarters
Tokyo, Japan
A’s Office – Headquarters
Tokyo, Japan
Olsen hummed as he
walked around the office, sipping from his paper cup. He didn’t really know why
others preferred coffee over tea – tea was much healthier, more energizing than
the damned bean water. He tried defending his case to Peters, but the American
shot him a look from his own cup of black.
So he scampered away,
slightly dejected but amused at the same time. His footsteps slowed to a stop
as he reached a familiar lady’s office, and he smiled to himself before
knocking.
“Daily reminder to not
drink during work,” he sang. Usually, he would receive a snarky reply and he’d
laugh as he walked inside to visit her. Those happened on usual days – even if
she were swamped with cases.
But she didn’t reply at
all. So he knocked once again, and he eventually heard a mumbled answer. Upon
stepping inside, the first thing he noticed was the tissues that were discarded
quickly.
And her eyes were red
around the edges.
“You look awfully sad
this morning,” the brunette commented. A blinked and looked up at Olsen, who
attempted at a smile as he raised his cup of tea to her. Where he got the tea,
she didn’t quite know. “Would you like a cuppa? I can get you some in the shop
nearby,” he offered.
A wanted to decline, to
tell him that everything was fine.
Peters poked in his head, smelling of
nicotine. The scent of it made her clench her fists under the desk. “Take a
break, A. Touta asked me to tell you that.” Olsen studied her worriedly and A
sighed loudly, grabbing for her bag and rising from her desk.
“Fine. I’ll go out.” Without
waiting for either of the men, she stormed out of her office, leaving the two
men flabbergasted on what had just occurred. Narrowing his eyes, Peters turned
to Olsen.
“…I don’t understand
what’s wrong with her,” the Brit muttered, but Peters merely shook his head.
“Go after her, Sawyer.
Best not leave her by herself.”
“Why not you?”
Peters merely shook his
head.
“Trust me; she needs
someone else right now.”
Without another word, Olsen
nodded and ran out as well to catch up with her. Peters could only sigh and
closed the door to her office, walking away.
“A! Hold on,” he
panted, and was thankful to see her stop before she left the building. Her
green eyes watched as Olsen managed to stand back up, he cringing as he
clutched his side. “Let me take you somewhere,” he offered, “A drink or some
tea or cake. My treat.” She managed a nod. Olsen walked to her and took her
arm, gently leading her out.
“Can you really–”
“My treat,” he
reiterated firmly.
She merely nodded, soon
getting into his car and Olsen following in a fluster.
*****
Olsen wasn’t sure if
Peters did him a favor or not.
As he drove to the café
and attempted to liven the mood with small talk, he saw that she just wasn’t
into it – and that made him falter. Olsen glanced away eventually as he drove,
starting to doubt that it wasn’t a good idea at all.
Maybe she did need some
time alone.
“I’m sorry for being
erratic,” she suddenly said. Olsen blinked and shot a glance at her, seeing her
look down at her lap while she spoke. “…today just isn’t a good day.”
“It’s not a problem.”
It was never a problem, he thought after. As long as I help her…it’s not a problem. Not at all.
As he continued driving,
he listened to the silence and pursed his lips, hoping that it wasn’t too late.
*****
Olsen liked her in many
ways.
She was sarcastic and
incredibly enigmatic, someone beyond her years. He could hardly believe that
she was able to keep up with them from an early eighteen to nineteen. The Brit
wasn’t sure if it was because of her toughness or her independence, the way she
rolled her eyes or how her black hair swished as she walked with her hips
swaying dangerously.
He was infatuated,
found himself staring at her lips then her eyes then her face. When she would
catch him, he’d smile goofily and she’d stare blankly for a second before
smiling back just as sweetly.
No one knew of that
crush – no one at all. Not even Peters, who could snuff out anyone’s secrets.
Not even Touta, who could tell if feelings were going array. And most definitely
not A. He would be mortified if she found out.
And so Olsen kept his
distance and remained what she needed – a friend.
There was a time where
she suddenly became happier. And her happiness made him happy. It was
infectious, even, come to think of it. She would appear much more relaxed, more
at ease. Her hair would constantly be down than up, and he thought she was
beautiful.
He didn’t quite know
why she was happy, but it didn’t matter as much.
But at the same time,
she distanced herself as well. Her teasing became less and less until it
remained civil and friendly, the hugs were less intimate and more of how a
sibling would embrace his sister or brother. A was still A, of course – but the
contact was restricted and he didn’t know how to feel about that. And Olsen
missed it.
He missed the punches
on the arm and the way she’d sneak him looks of boredom when they were stuck in
a meeting together. He missed lightly touching her hand as they groped for
weapons or folders, how she’d playfully let her hair hit his face when she
tossed it.
He wished he knew why.
On the inside, he had
formulated a reason. Mind argued against heart.
Eventually, heart won. But
his mind whispered. Don’t blame me if you
end up getting hurt.
Olsen looked up at her.
There she was, drinking and looking away, still. An hour had passed and in that
hour, he had managed to get a lot from her.
“Olsen?”
He managed to look back
into those eyes. His heart gave a pained twinge. Despite herself, she smiled at
him and touched his hand, sending shocks down his spine. But the more they had
contact, the more the twinge was there.
A different kind of
pain.
“Thank you. Really.” Her
voice became a blur to him. He nodded. “I…I know it’s petty. I’m sorry. It’s my
first time to deal with these things and I might have wasted your time with it,”
she finished quietly, setting the cup down eventually.
“Don’t apologize,” he
chuckled. It was forced. He hoped she didn’t notice. “Trust me. I know the
feeling. There’s this girl…”
And she looked at him
curiously. Olsen swallowed, feeling his palms dampen.
“…and she’s the most
brilliant thing I’ve come across.”
“She’ll adore you,” she
told him. She told him this sincerely and squeezed his hand, and he felt all
life leave him. He felt as if everything had evacuated him. The man felt like a
shell. “And you'll love her back. Just hope.”
I will, he
thought.
I always will.
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