Mila was bored. More so than most days, which was saying something. The cities of New York no longer excited her. Ten years of the city had made its effects dulled. She missed home, she did ever since she left. She was Russian at heart, not American. Her parents were different, they embraced the new culture. But, Mila had grown up in Russia and then was suddenly brought to an entirely different culture.
And now, after years of living in the Big Apple, she was simply bored. Not homesick, not awed. Bored.
So, with her unsuspected day off, she walked to her parents' office- hoping to have a look at a few of their new fashion projects. The designs were often beautiful and Mila wouldn't mind spending a few hours 'reviewing them'. In reality, it was most likely that she would love them all.
The office wasn't far and she reached it easily. The only one at reception was Yuuri, a friend. He was from Japan and his boyfriend, Viktor, was born in St Petersburg like her. The pair was hilarious and although Yuuri was a little shy and Viktor overbearing, Mila couldn't help but love them. They were close and when she saw Yuuri's trembling face, she was already worried.
'Are you alright?' She asked, flying towards his desk, her vibrant red hair flying behind her. All Yuuri did was nod, a desperate attempt at reassurance. 'Yuuri, tell me what happened.' She warned, not in the mood for the closed off Yuuri she saw so often.
'It's really nothing, Mila. I'm just worried for a friend, that's all. Viktor is too, he's been acting strange ever since he came down. We refused to even sleep in the same room as me.' Yuuri sighed, his first statement obliterated by the graveness in his voice. He was upset, there was no better way to put it. It seemed, Viktor was upset too.
About who? She wondered. A friend, there was no specification there and she didn't know anyone at the office other than Viktor and Yuuri (and her parents, of course). But, then again, he had never specified that it was someone from the office but she had also never heard of any of their friends not being from work. They were workaholics, to say the least.
Mila was about to speak up when Yuri Plisetsky, another Russian (her parents' heritage definitely did draw in workers from Russia especially) came storming into the room. He was young, feisty and still in school. He tended to hang around the office waiting for Otabek, his best friend (or, at least, that's what they said they were).
'I can't believe it! JJ, he tried to punch me!' He screamed, shouting with no care for who heard- as long as someone did. Yuuri's attention turned to the teen, he was glad for the distraction. Mila, with the friend still on her mind, turned tentatively to the raving teen too.
'He what?' She sighed, yawning. It was still early enough for the remnants of sleep to still be on her.
'He punched me! The bastard!'
'Wait, who?' Yuuri cut in, his confusion evident.
'JJ!' Neither of the pair knew who that was or how Yuri knew him. Odd, normally they would have heard about the man in one of his many complaints. Not this time, though. This mysterious man, though, must have known Yuri well. Probably, maybe not. He had punched him after all.
Both scanned Yuri once over, the information setting in. There were no bruises present. 'You're not injured.' Mila inquired, not quite trusting Yuri's words.
'Okay, he tried to punch me.' Yuri admitted. 'But, still! Why the hell was he punching me!' Yuri complained, leaning against the front desk in exasperation.
'Sorry, that's my fault.' A girl mumbled, coming down the staircase. Her black hair was messy, strewn messily into a tangled bun. Her tan skin looked somewhat paler than it should have been and the bags under her eyes were large and dark.
Mila had never seen her before. Confusing, she thought, I thought I knew everyone in the office. 'What?' Yuri asked, turning around to the girl. 'How it this your fault? Also, who are you?' The angsty teenager asked, looking suspiciously at the girl.
'Sara!' Yuuri's face flooded with relief, an odd contrast to the other in the room. In an odd spike in confidence, he flew from behind the desk and brought the girl into a tight hug. 'I'm so glad you're okay! Viktor and I were so worried!' The boy panted, looking up at the girl whose face showed nothing but guilt.
'I'm fine, there is nothing to worry about. Viktor shouldn't be worried; I told him I was fine. And, I'm still fine.' Even the strangers in the room didn't believe that. 'I have to go, tell the boss I'm not coming in today. Sorry again.' She faced Yuri, nodded in replace of another apology before hurrying off.
Mila watched her leave, entranced. Suddenly, New York didn't seem so boring. 'Who was that?' She asked Yuuri, ignoring Yuri's continuous mumbles about JJ being a prick.
'Sara.' He replied solemnly. 'The friend I was talking about.' Yeah, that had been clear, Mila thought. The girl looked a mess and Yuuri didn't look much better. Something was going on, something that Mila very much wanted to get to the bottom of.
'What I want to know is why the hell she was apologising.' Yuri butt in, scowling. 'It was JJ who tried to punch me, not her. What's her problem?' Yuri tried to sound like he didn't care but it was clear enough that he was worried for the girl who had just scurried out of the building.
'I'm not sure, that's what Viktor and I have been trying to figure out.' Yuuri sighed, not bothering to take his place behind the desk and instead reached over the counter and picked up his phone. His fingers tapped quickly and with a sneaky peak, Mila could see that he had texted both her parents (his boss) and Viktor.
The replies were instant and soon enough, Yuuri was no longer part of the conversation and rather texting back and forth worriedly with Viktor. So, Mila looked back at the door and then Yuri- checking one last time that he wasn't injured- before striding out back onto the streets of New York to search for this new, mysterious girl: Sara.
word count: 1058
published: 01.07.17
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