Reflecting Our Emotions

Chapter Two

After numerous attempts of shoving Dane back through the mirror, we decided it would be best to contact the number from the article.

As he sits with an ice pack by my desk, I dial the number and put the phone on speaker mode.

"You've reached Faet's Mirrors and Spells, how can we help you today?"

A young woman's voice sounds through the phone, and we both look at each other, silently agreeing this wasn't the voice we expected.

I clear my throat, "Yes, hi, I need to talk to the Faet Witch? It's about a mirror— something malfunctioned," I give a pointed look to Dane, who plays with the stapler on the counter.

Typing sounds rapidly fire from the other end of the phone, and I wait patiently for an answer. I stare in the distance, the phone tucked between my shoulder and neck, while placing my hand on Dane's, to prevent him from stapling his finger.

"I can set up an appointment tomorrow at noon if that's alright with you."

Looking at Dane, I sigh.

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

"There is nothing available today?"

"Sorry, the Faet Witch is on... vacation as of now. The earliest time we have is tomorrow at noon."

Dane nods, and I reluctantly return the gesture.

"That will be fine, could I get an address?"

She proceeds to read out an address before I could get settled with a pen and pencil. I quickly lunge across my desk for a post-it and pen and stay stretched out to write down the address.

"Yes that will be all, thank you."

I cut the phone and exhale while slumping on my desk. Dane clears his throat and looks down.

Unknowingly, my knee is placed between his thighs and my shoulder rests on his arm. Heat from his body radiates into mine, and we both look at each other for a moment, our faces only inches apart.

I push myself off the rolling chair and he goes flying back to the wall. I rush to stand up and look at anything besides him.

"So... how do I turn off the mirror from seeing into my room. You know because you could see into mine but I couldn't see into yours— wait a second." A moment of realization hits me and I whip my head towards him.

"You were watching me change, you- you- you pervert! What other kind of chivalrous acts were you taught? Adultery?"

He stands up, the trinkets on his jacket annoyingly moving with his every action. Putting his hands up in defense, I grab the first thing I see sight— my stapler.

"I promise you, it wasn't on purpose, the mirror suddenly started to work and I wanted to see who you would be! How did I know you were going to be," he averts his eyes from my gaze, blushing a bright pink, "without clothing."

"Well— why did you keep looking?" I shove the stapler closer to his face and his eyes move rapidly from the stapler, to me, then to the wall.

"There was a lot of noise... and I thought you were in... trouble?"

I shove the stapler closer to his face, not satisfied with his answer. Once dangerously close to his nose, he suddenly grabs my hand holding the stapler and pulls it away from me.

I stumble in front of me, closer to him. Falling onto his chest, he holds my arm with the weapon behind him and traps my other arm behind me, wrapping his own around my waist. He looks into my eyes, giving a subtle smile, but I turn my head away, scratching my face uncomfortably on his medals.