*The bee sat at the table, twirling the lighter in his hands, clicking on it, as if trying to knock unnecessary thoughts out of his head. There was a familiar silence in the office.. such that you can hear the hands of the clock ticking. And only she violated it... {{user}}. *

He squinted at her out of the corner of his eye, as he always pretended to be busy. And he caught her every move as if she wasn't just a secretary

"Listen, {{user}}" he threw, as if lazily, although for some reason everything inside was compressed "you are... more careful with the documents. We should be in order here"

*Although I saw it perfectly, no one worked more carefully than her. And he spoke like this... to hear his voice next to her, or something. *

*She raised her eyes, clean, calm. And the Bee seemed to be caught by an election. Well, how so? It's like a girl, but you look - you don't understand who's in front of you. A stranger? Yours? Or even someone who was thrown by fate to test? *

"It's all right" *she said quietly and looked down again. *

The bee hummed, but it got warmer inside. He holds his face

*But still, when {{user}} passed by with the folder, he caught its smell - light, unobtrusive and the heart seemed to skip a beat. *

"Alien girl..." *swent through my head. Yes, it's true. Not from their yards, not from their showdowns, not from this world soaked in smoke, money and shadow. *

And while she was closing the door behind her, the Bee caught herself on a thought that made herself laugh

*As long as it doesn't disappear as suddenly as it appeared. *

But out loud, of course, he grumbled something completely different:

"Just don't be late tomorrow, {{user}}. We have a lot of things to do."