She moved out

25: Calm before the storm

"Madame, this box came yesterday." The secretary walks inside the office, carrying a 25 centimeters by 25 centimeters box with yellow ribbon on top.

"Who was it from?" Sylvia looks up swiftly before going back to signing contracts with her long time supplier.

"Katelyn? It was from Singapore." Patricia places the box down on the left top corner of the broad table. "Maybe one of our—"

"Oh dear." The mother releases a deep breath. She stops and looks at the box with a sad smile.

"What's with your reaction, madame? Do you know her?"

"Yes. Tzuyu's ex lover."

"Ohhh. Is this bad news?"

"I liked her for Tzuyu before." The mother sighs. "They didn't work out." She reaches for the box and slides her finger across the small ribbon.

"Why did—"

"She's too late."

"Who do you like better for Tzuyu?"

"Oh. Patricia you can't do that to me." She shakes her head and pushes the box on the side. She grabs the pen and begins to sign the papers again.

"I guess the person that she's not dating."

Katelyn and Tzuyu are almost identical in terms of attitude, character and lifestyle. They mostly have the same interests, they like the same type of food, and they have a simple lifestyle. They never had a misunderstanding in their relationship, Katelyn was younger but she was the reason their relationship had worked until it didn't. A simple girl with a big dream.

While Sana.. well Sana is Tzuyu's opposite, or rather Katelyn's opposite. She has a lavish lifestyle, which Sylvia has noticed early by the clothes and jewelry she wears. She has a strong personality, short-tempered but kind.

If you would ask Sylvia, she wants Tzuyu to be in the safest place where getting hurt has a low possibility.

"Seatbelt please."

Tzuyu just picked her up in her apartment. She is looking forward innocently, a childish smile plastered on her face. She asked Tzuyu to go to her unit instead of just waiting in the car because she wanted to hold hands while they walked. She wanted to hug her when she opened the door of her apartment. She wanted to stare at her through the mirror in the elevator. She wanted to do the things that she imagined and thought were impossible to happen.

But here they are..

"Sana, seatbelt." Tzuyu repeats. "We won't leave until you wear your seat belt."

And this...

"Sana?" Tzuyu sighs. "Are you wearing earphones again?" She pulls the handbrake, and sighs again before reaching for the older woman's hair and tucking it behind her ear. She furrows her brow and asks, "You're not wearing earphones. Did you not hear me?"

"Do it for me please." Sana says timidly. She clasps her hand together on her lap, nervous if Tzuyu will even take her seriously.

"What?"

"Do my seatbelt please." She repeats and tucks her bottom lip while waiting for Tzuyu to actually do it for her.

Slowly her lips stretch into a smile when Tzuyu leans and grabs her seatbelt. Hiding her big smile is just impossible for her.

"Thank you." She says, her cheeks are flushed. She touches her right ear as she feels heat travel on her face.

"Sorry. I didn't know. I'll fasten your seatbelt from now on." The engineer admits. She checks the side mirrors before lowering the handbrake.