An Attic filled with Birds [Completed]

2. To have everything

Damien
'And this bag,' Nora says. 'Is for prince Felix.'

She lifts quite a large bag on the counter of the palace's post office. I stand on the other side. I put my hands on top of the bag to make sure it doesn't fall off.

'All of it?' I ask.

'Yes, all of it.'

I raise my eyebrows. It's more than usual.

'I have a theory,' Nora says. She always knows what I'm thinking about.

'Tell me.'

'I think it's because of the recent media attention he's gotten.'

'Has he gotten media attention recently?'

'Yes, a lot. Shouldn't you be aware of that?'

'That's not really my field of work. I just have to make sure he lives through the night. Also, I don't think he was even home last night.'

'Weird. Anyway,' she says. 'I read online he went horse back riding in the woods last week. Paparazzi took pictures, and those have been all over the internet. It must have added to his fangirl-count.'

'I guess so. It's a waste of paper and effort, though. I'm pretty sure he throws them away without looking at them for more than a second.'

I decide to put the bag on the floor next to me. That way, I'm able to properly see Nora.

'So,' I start. 'Is this your last stop?'

'It is. Finally,' she laughs.

'Long day?'

'Understatement of the century.'

'Luckily you survived.'

'I'm not home yet.'

We both laugh.

'True,' I say. 'Do you start early tomorrow?'

'Of course. But I only work half the day, so at least that's a positive.'

'So you're free tomorrow afternoon?'

'After two o'clock.'

'Do you want to hang out then?'

She looks at me confused.

'Aren't you supposed to be sleeping then? Because of the whole working-at-evening-and-night thing?'

'I should, yes, but I can make an exception.'

'For me?' she dramatically put a hand on her heart. 'I'm flattered.'

'Anything for you.'

She raised one of her eyebrows.

'Well, that's a bit much maybe,' she laughs.

I laugh too. Because she is laughing.

'So, that's a no to hanging out?' I ask.

Nora sighs. She looks at something behind me. I know I stand before a white wall, so she must be thinking. Considering the offer maybe. It's not exactly a once in a blue moon type of offer. I have given up sleep quite a few times now in order to hang out with her. I don't see why she has to think about it now.

'I don't know,' she eventually says.

'Why not?'

'I would feel bad.'

'Why would you feel bad? I'm pretty sure I was the one to ask you to hang out.'

'I know,' she laughs. 'It's just that you've lost sleep for me before. And you say it's fine, but to me it doesn't feel completely fine. We're both tired. Hanging out wouldn't be incredibly fun then, would it?'