The square root of two

Interuption

It's always hard to get used to something completely new to you. Like, a new place when you're moving. Or a new circle of friends and acquaintances. Or, also, it's hard to get used to not having your family around anytime. When you're going to college, it's 3 in one. Buy one, get two for free + anxiety as a small welcoming gift. Think of any other joke like that, I think you'll be able to come up with much more. So, for a Mama's girl like Nika, it was extremely, extremely hard to feel comfortable the first few weeks in Backupsmore. The college dorm looked nasty and unwelcoming, nobody gave two fucks if you were sitting alone at lunch and the amount of work she had to submit on the first week! Just crazy. With every passing minute away from her home, Nika wanted to just go back to her family more and more. 

The only way for Nika to relax and exhale was through music. She used her stereo headphones every time it was possible and acceptable, and the sound of instruments, like guitar was filling her dorm quite often. Good thing her sweet roomate, Taya, actually wasn't mad about it. Cool girl. But the best way to cope with anxiety that was slowly filling Nika's brain through college days was piano. One passionate song and she felt relieved. 

 It was Tuesday evening when Nika decided to play it, as always, knowing that her roommate was on a date and she would disturb anyone.. probably. Less than a second had passed when Nika was already sitting on her banquette (stool for the piano, at least that's what Google says) and her fingers moved in a passionate, energetic dance to the rhythm of some song, that Nika didn't even know. She just found the note sheet. All she knew that it was song that was filled with rage and love for music, and that was exactly what she felt at the moment. Maybe she didn't even realize how loud her piano sounded as she was fully taken by the melody. That's when she heard someone knock on the door. By the way how slightly irritated the knock sounded (it's a perfectly normal thing to identify the mood of a person by hearing their knocking) Nika realized that the mysterious someone had knocked for some time before she heard it. Nika hurried to open the door, wandering who it might be, considering that Taya never knocked. Nika slightly opened the door, looking at the two silhouettes of young men in her doorframe. The one was standing in front of Nika, gave her judgemental look, while the other, with big glasses and mustache just kinda..stood there, behind him, giving a small smile. She looked at them with tired, but surprised eyes, asking awkwardly: 

 "Can I help?"

 She didn't have to wait long for an answer. The tired judgemental guy looked at Nika irritably and spoke in a restrained but clearly irritated tone. 

 "Yes. Please, lower the music down. We are trying to study, but we simply cannot because of the volume" 

 That's when the realization hit Nika's head. She looked at the two in apologetic manner, mumbling anxiously. 

 "Oh, I'm just so so sorry! I completely forgot that the walls here as thin as paper, of course you would be distracted! I'll stop playing for now, I promise!"

 The guy in front of her just looked at her, pleased by her answer. Nika noticed that the wave of irritation almost completely washed away, and he spoke like nothing had happen: 

 "Ah, good. Glad we understood each other. Now, we won't take anymore of your time"

 When he spoke, he lifted index finger of one hand, while other hand was behind his back. That was the nerdiest way Nika ever saw a person gesticulate. She then noticed that the other guy, who remained silent for the most of interaction, despite the little "hi" he gave her when she first opened the door, tried to look behind her, probably observing the instruments in her room as he titled his head to get a better view. Nika took a step to the side, trying to make it easier for the guy and keep a chuckle to herself.

The guys looked kinda silly in her opinion: they both weren't fashionable at all, both had eyebags and the guy who spoke had a few post-its on his body with some..equations on them? But honestly, Nika didn't look any better. They all shared dark circles under their eyes, her home clothes was rather messy, a few paint stains on the sleeves of her top. Her hair were in a messy bun, that was fixed with a pencil. So, three awkward looking people found each other. How interesting. Anyways, despite the fact that the thinner guy kept looking at the instruments, the conversation wasn't promising of being interesting or long. Nika was ready to close the door and find another thing she could do, when she finally heard the guy with moustache speak:

"Quite the concert y'were givin' us, huh?"

He said with a small, friendly smile. Nika couldn't help but chuckle

"I said I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away a little"

To her surprise, his answer wasn't a mocking comment

"Nah, it's all good. I didn't mind gettin' a little distracted from our equation solvin' session at all, but I guess Ford here doesn't appreciate good music as much as I do"

He also let out a chuckle, while Ford looked at him with a strange mix of a few expressions: it looked like a genuine offend, but also like he appreciated a friendly joke. Ah, men, always so hard to read their emotions. Anyways, Nika looked back at the guy with mustage, matching his friendly energy as she spoke

"Why, thank you! But I guess I can understand Ford. Anyways, I'm Nika"

Nika extended her hand to shake in energetic manner at first to the guy she was specifically talking to at the moment, then at the guy who was introduced as Ford.

"I'm Fiddleford McGucket. Or just Fidds, as ya wish."

Fiddleford said, shaking her hand with a enthusiastic smile. When it was Ford's turn, it seemed like he though about shaking Nika's hand for a moment, before actually doing it. And maybe he had a reason why - Nika noticed his extra finger, and even though her interest puicked, she decided not to comment at all.

"My name's Stanford Pines. Or just Ford, like Fidds said."

Finally, he sounded rather friendly than annoyed. Nika decided to joke

"Oh, you both had said your full names. Wait, let me reintroduce myself: I'm Nika Milova. Or just Nika. I don't have a long form of my name"

Both of the boys chuckled, and Fiddleford leaned against the wall. Nika continued to talk.

"Umm... So anyways, if I'll ever disturb you again, just knock in the door"

Boys nodded, when Nika noticed that Fiddleford's glance was at the instruments again. That time he made a comment, shifting his gaze to her, observing her features as his smile never left his face:

"Ya actually play quite nice, y'know"

Nika felt her smile grew wider a little at the praise, as she thanked him in a bit shy manner. That's when Ford coughed, looking at Fidds.

"We have to leave. Come on, Fiddleford, we have some great work to do! Um..Thanks, Nika, it was nice that you appreciate our comfort."

Nika just kinda..stood there with a smile, watching as Fiddleford pushed himself away from the doorframe. Both of the guys gave Nika a small wave before turning away and leaving, Fiddleford's gaze somewhat glues to Nika for a few moments. She waved, too, smiling at the sight of two guys walking away. She then closed the door, sighing amd looking back at her piano. She promised not to play it right now. Ah, no problem, Nika always had some other things to do. Like drawing. She pulled her sketchbook from one of the drawers of the desk in her room, making a quick sketched of some things she saw or came to her mind. After a while, she drew the two guys standing in her doorway. The sight was a bit silly: their appearance literally screamed: I'm a nerd who doesn't sleep at night because I'm solving math problems. Not like it's bad thing, of course. Nika was kind of similar to them: she was a nerd in her own, artistic way. The little detail of her sketch: she drew Fiddleford's features more properly just because she looked and observed him more. Something about his genuine praise when he literally was there to complain about her made Nika's heart flutter a little.