Sanem taps her right indexfinger on her left hand as she watches Can page through a file as he speaks animatedly. Ceyda's not too close to him but she's leaning over a lot and Sanem squints. I see you...
As she watches, her phone rings on her desk. What now? She has to look away to get it a table over, and she answers fast, her eyes back on Ceyda. "Hello mom."
"Sanem, you didn't call me. Where are you?"
"Was I supposed to call?"
"I told you I was coming to talk to Mr Can, and then you started babbling about some other nonsense..." Sanem sighs. "So? Did you talk to him or should I - "
"Mom, no, you can't come now. Can's in a very important meeting. And I did talk to him. When I get home I'll tell you everything okay?"
"What did you talk to him about?"
I don't have time now. "Bye mom," she hangs up and puts all her attention back on Ceyda trying to read the situation in the office.
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"The fresh air and change of scenery really helped a lot, Osman, thank you for taking me," Leyla takes a deep breath and smiles as they walk down the street.
"Not at all," he shakes his head and smiles at her. "Are you going home?"
"No," she points down past her house. "I'll go say hi to dad for a bit."
"Alright," he nods, continuing to walk with her until they reach the butchery. "I'll be in here. If you need me call okay?"
"Okay." She gives him a quick peck on each cheek as he does the same to her.
"See you later."
"See you later. Have a good day." She keeps walking then with him looking after her for a second before he goes into the butchery.
Leyla takes out her phone, her mind being a bit clearer now making her worry about work. She dials Sanem's number and pushes her free hand into her coat pocket.
"Hello Leyla?"
"Hey, how are you?"
"I still feel like I'm dreaming. I don't want to rub it in."
"It's fine. You can be happy Sanem."
"Good I am...although, there's been a bit of a, er, development... It's nothing I can't handle don't worry."
"What is it?"
"You won't believe me if I tell you. A lot has happened. You missed a lot...Can took me by the hand in front of everyone and told them I'm his girlfriend!" Sanem squeals with a light laugh.
"Wow, that's nice. And how are things going there?"
"I just told you. Everyone's talking about it."
"I'm not talking about that." Leyla stops and takes a deep breath. "Has Emre asked about me?"
"Yes. He asked Guliz where you are. She said you're sick."
Hm, my croaking voice probably helped sell it... "So that's why he called me."
"He called you? What did you say?"
"I didn't answer."
"Oh."
"Did he ask you anything?"
"No. Not yet anyway." Sanem scoffs darkly. "But I'm waiting for him to try and talk to me...Let him come asking, I'll tell him exactly what I think."
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Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)
FanficContinuation of Part 2 * (A Turkish Series Translation) Can and Sanem's story continues in this exciting third part. Can has saved Sanem's perfume from Fabri's greedy hands - or so they think - and from this gallant action, things are put in motion...