Edser OS and Short Stories

One Day (AU) Prologue

Eda entered the university hall, carrying a pile of books she was supposed to return to the library, and went straight to the auditorium to put them on her desk. She brushed her hair that stuck to her forehead away from her face and checked her phone. She had still around twenty minutes before the lecture would start so she grabbed her purse and left the auditorium to go to the bathroom to wash her hands.

When she was brushing her long dark brown locks and pulling it up in a high ponytail, the door clicked. Eda looked up and smirked but stayed by the mirror to fix her makeup.

"This is a women's bathroom, or there is something about you I don't know, and you don't have a dick." She said, taking her lipgloss and applying it on her lips. She could feel a man's watchful gaze following her every move.

"Do you want to find out?" He said with a cocky smile. "I heard it's a good place for a quickie."

"And you came to try your luck in the hope some desperate woman will throw herself on your neck or maybe even suck your dick if you ask nice enough?" She teased.

"I see here only you."

"Well then, it's not your lucky day today. I didn't know you were so desperate." Eda turned away from the mirror to look at the man as he pierced her with his hazel eyes, which turned green. She leaned on the counter and smiled provocatively at him.

"I know you're dying to suck my dick. You can't shut up about it." He came closer to her.

"When hell freezes over."

"Good one, Yildiz." He chuckled. "I almost believed you."

"I have more. Do you want to hear?" Eda answered with a sneer, looking up at him as he towered over her.

"I'm dying to know."

"I hate you, Serkan Bolat."

"How nice, Yildiz. You managed to make me laugh."

Eda looked him in the eyes, squinting, and leaned closer. When their noses almost touched, she snorted, pulled away, took her purse, and left the bathroom.

On her way back, she passed the group of her classmates, standing under the door to the auditorium, and stopped by them to listen to what they were talking about.

"He's so dreamy, but cold as ice." One of them sighed with a sad pout. "I was trying to ask him on a date on so many occasions, and he flat-out ignored me. He didn't even answer me the last time, just walked away."

"Maybe he has a girlfriend?" The short brunette pointed out.

"And no one ever saw her? He always sits alone." 

"Who?" Eda asked with a frown.

"Serkan Bolat." The blonde, who was complaining earlier, answered her. "He only talks with you."

"He doesn't talk with me." Eda rolled her eyes, letting out a condescending snort. "You can't call it talking."

"Eda, could you help me with him?" The girl asked her pleadingly.

"How could I help you?" Eda cocked her brows.

"He's your neighbor. Weren't you in the same class with him since school?"

"Since preschool." Eda shrugged.

"So, aren't you friends?"

"No? Why would I be friends with someone like him? The class is starting in five minutes, better go inside." She said and, not waiting for her friends, went to the auditorium.