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Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7
JUST RELAX

"FINALLY," LUISA SIGHED when the very person she had been waiting for emerged behind the lift doors, "She texted me," she all but shoved her phone in Blake's face the moment her new friend stepped out of the elevator.

Luisa had gotten to work pretty early that day, didn't even think about stopping by Nuevalos Cafe this time around, lest she ran into that ridiculously tall man again, or worse her (why should it be worse?, a small voice appeared at the back of her head and just like that she squashed it—she was in no mood to entertain small voices, there were far more pressing matters).

And only when Luisa had made it to her office did it even occur to her, it didn't matter if she was early, that wasn't going to speed up time in any way. Blake had no idea about her crisis, and would probably arrive at the same time as she always did.

If only she knew where Blake lived.

She tried sitting at her desk and waiting patiently until Blake arrived, but that didn't really work out for her. She shot out of her seat every time the lift doors opened, until she decided to just wait directly in front of the lift instead. She paced like a madwoman, and wasn't even deterred a little by the stares she got.

She had to talk to Blake.

And the inhibitions she had regarding if she would bothering Blake with her problems, she didn't even care about in the slightest bit. 

And finally, finally Blake arrived.

She blinked in confusion, "What?" she looked at the phone quizzically, before slowly bringing it down, "Good morning to you too,"

"Uh yeah, good morning," Luisa barely registered the words before bringing her hand up still tightly clutching to her phone, "She texted me. She!" 

"Who?" Blake couldn't understand Luisa's franticness and grabbed the phone from her hand, assuming that she was going to hold it out until she did something about it, and then walked to her desk, Luisa trudging behind her.

"Her—Torrey," and then glancing shortly around them, in a softer voice, Luisa added, "The one I like,"

Blake discarded her bag on her table before turning to her friend with a newfound excitement, "Right, right. Sorry—her name's Torrey, is it?"

"Didn't I tell you that yesterday?"

"No, I don't think so,"

"Yes, her name is Torrey. And she texted me," she nodded at her phone with a wide-eyed look.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Well, did you text her back?"

"No," Luisa took a small step back, as if appalled at the very suggestion.

Blake furrowed her eyebrows, "What? That's what you do when you get a text, Luisa," she informed her friend playfully.

"I know that," Luisa remarked, frowning, "But... it's her," she pointed out her voice coming out a little high-pitched.

Blake pursed her lips, but couldn't it hold for long as a chuckle escaped past her lips, "Oh, you," she exclaimed before sitting down, and then gestured at the empty chair before her.

Luisa felt too strung up to be sat in one place but perched on the edge of the seat anyway, "I've never felt this way before. This is crazy," she confessed, tightening her hair tie although her hair bun sat firmly in place.