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Sitting here, I wonder
If we hadn't been at all
Who would I be?
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❤︎ Helena was bored.
She had just gotten off the phone with Nico after he called her, telling her that he had made some progress on information about his mother.
He wouldn't tell her what which she found odd but nonetheless she was happy that he was finally getting somewhere with his search.
She was now sitting on the couch in front of her TV mindlessly flicking through options on Netflix after finishing all her additional homework from school. Call her a nerd; she dares you.
Watched that movie.
Can't watch that show without Ethan or he'll kill her.
That show she used to watch with Percy and wasn't bothered to watch because she wasn't in the mood for tears and sadness.
She groans falling back on the couch, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.
Bored bored bored.
She was brought out of her inner musing, by a knock on the front door. She grabs her phone from the coffee table and checks the time.
It's too early for it to be Percy with his letter or with the flowers. Ethan was out gaining an education to be whatever he wanted to be (he still refused to tell her). Nico was obviously not here. Rachel was jet lagged from her trip to whatever beachy paradise she and her parents had gone to.
The knock echoes through the apartment again.
She really didn't want to have any type of human interaction today. She groans, rolling off the couch and falling to the floor.
"Ow, fuck! My toe."
She held her injured foot as the knock sounded again.
"I'm coming; give me a minute."
The knock sounds again.
"I said give me a minute!"
Her tongue pokes her inside of her left cheek in annoyance. The audacity of some people.
She huffs, getting up, slipping her feet into her red panda slippers and walking to the door.
The person behind it knocks again. Helena rolls her eyes and knocks back.
The knocking pauses before resuming. Helena knocks back for a solid minute again before she opens the door.
The first thing she realises is how tall the guy is. He was at least 6'4'. Her eyes narrowed lightly as she traced the outline of his skull, asian decent. He was pale and had both an authoritative but plain vibe. His suit was pressed, no crease in sight. He was older than her but not by much maybe in his mid- to late twenties?
She cringed internally at the neon orange and purple striped tie he was wearing.
"See how annoying that could be?" Helena said. "The knocking? Patience is a virtue, and it's apparently something you don't have."
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