Meant to Collide

12. A Soft Touch of Fate

Mia picks up the phone, her voice steady as she answers, "Hello, Sky. What is it?"

A hurried voice on the other end interrupts. "Erm... this is Jules speaking," she stammers. "Boss... he's having a really bad headache."

Mia's heart skips a beat. "What? Is it that bad?" she asks, her concern rising.

"Yes, yes! What should I do? Should I take him to the doctor?" Jules blurts out, panic creeping in.

"Er... no, let's do this," Mia begins, trying to think quickly. "There's a pharmacy Sky visits regularly. I'll tell you how to get there. Is that okay?"

Jules nods through the phone, her voice more settled. "Yes, but it has to be that pharmacy?" she clarifies.

"Exactly. Only that one," Mia insists.

Without hesitation, Jules rushes to the pharmacy, following Mia's directions over the phone. Minutes later, she carefully wakes Sky, offering him the medicine. Sky, still dazed and dizzy, collapses softly into Jules' lap, his weight heavy but oddly comforting.

Jules trembles slightly, her mind racing. "Don't move just yet. Let me lie down for a while," Sky murmurs, eyes half-closed, his voice soft with exhaustion.

A gentle melody hums in the background, filling the silence. Jules, almost unconsciously, smiles as she watches him relax, her hand instinctively reaching to rub his hair in a soothing motion. The warmth between them grows, and Jules leans closer, her lips nearing Sky's cheek, drawn to the moment...

But her phone rings sharply, pulling her back to reality. It's Mia.

"How is Sky?" Mia asks, her voice tense.

"He's resting," Jules replies quietly. "He took the pills I bought."

Mia exhales, relieved. "That's good. Please, take care of him for me. I'm tied up with work right now. But if Sky still can't drive, let me know, I'll come pick him up."

Jules glances at Sky before replying, "Yes, I will. I'll hang up now." She ends the call, turning her attention back to Sky.

He stirs, his voice low and groggy. "Why did you pick up the phone? I was sleeping," he mumbles, eyes still half-shut.

Jules apologizes, feeling slightly guilty. "It was Mia. She was worried about you, Sky." She stumbles over her words, realizing she had casually called him by his name.

Sky's eyes flicker open slightly, amused but tired. "Are we that close, Jules? Why are you calling me Sky?"

Her face flushes as she stammers out an apology. "I slipped. Sorry, boss."

Sky sighs, rubbing his temple. "I can't drive right now. Can you drive?"

Jules looks away, sheepish. "I... I can't drive either," she admits softly.

"Hmph. Useless," he mutters, though his words lack the bite.

Jules, feeling a little hurt, quickly suggests, "I'll call Mia. She can come pick you up." She pulls out her phone, but before she can dial, Sky gently pulls it from her hand.

"No need. I'll take a taxi," he says, slowly rising to his feet, wobbling slightly.

"I'll come with you," Jules offers, her voice quiet but sincere. "I want to be useful."

For a moment, they lock eyes, Jules with a soft smile, Sky with a calm, unreadable expression.

As they sit together in the taxi, Jules's face creased slightly with worry, Sky drifts back into a deep sleep, his head resting on her shoulder. Jules looks down at him, her heart fluttering with a confusing mix of affection and concern. As she watches him closely, she can't help but wonder... Is she falling for Sky?