His Own Salvation.

Third

London. Diana.

It was one of the barren days in London where the sun was shining and the sky was cloudless and made of a steady blue. Now, a few days had passed in which Diana hadn't had time to visit the institute. She had to take over at short notice both shifts in the café, where she occasionally is a waitress, as her colleague was ill-written. In the evening she was always so tired that she fell powerless into her bed. But today it was time and it seemed like even the weather was on her side. The signed contract which she had in her shoulder bag, struck steadily against her thigh with every step.

As with her first arrival, she barely met people - only here and there stunted shady figures past her and she was glad when she finally stood in front of the already known door. The lever was freezing cold as she hit him several times against the brown wood. She enjoyed the ever-present wind in this area, which blew her brown, open hair out of her face, preventing her from sticking to the lip gloss she was applying.

She waited patiently until she noticed the keys turning and the door opened a crack, from which Tom's blue eyes peeked out - not the brown ones of Jack, as they had the last time. "Ah, hello Diana." The door continued to open and Diana found it difficult to hide her disappointment.
"Did you expect anybody else?", She said then and went in. The typical scent of old leather swung towards her as she looked at the man in front of her in more detail, a friendly, open face framed by a plethora of thick blond hair. He was very muscular and the fabric of the shirt he wore was stretched by his upper arms.

Tom ran his fingers through his hair and Diana noted that he had dirty hands. He probably also worked in the workshop of Oliver, because she could recognize oil. Diana wore no coat she could have taken off, just a plain black long sleeve shirt.

"To be honest, yes." Tom closed the door carefully behind him, then turned to her and gave her a guarded smile. "Caroline and Oliver have been on an assignment since this morning, and they are supposed to come back in the next few minutes."

"Aha." She studied him briefly. He wore bright, worn-out jeans, sturdy work boots and a gray pullover - which, surprisingly, was not covered in stains. Tom did not seem to notice her sampling because he crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly. "Should I give her your contract when she comes back, or would you like to wait here?"

"Is Jack here?"

Confused, the brows of the blond-haired curled up. "Jack, um, yes, I think so. He's definitely in his room, we just had lunch."

Delighted, Diana smiled at him. "Then take me to him." She did not know exactly why, but now that she's been here, she would not go home immediately. She could give the contract to Jack too. He seemed more trustworthy and less ... dirty.

While he nodded and began to move quickly, Diana followed him. He was older than she had thought in her last encounters. Maybe in your mid-twenties In addition, he appeared to her very athletic - and all residents here - and generally he had a broad upper body and muscular thighs. Probably the employees here also have to complete the sports training.

As once behind Jack, the two walked through corridors and corridors, but all the same for Diana looked. Only to the spiral staircase she could remember. The dining room was one floor below Jacks room, so they climbed more stairs. They stopped in front of a brown door that did not differ much from the others. Only a poster of a violinist was attached to the wood, which Diana looked at slightly puffing. Tom really had a quick step.

"Thank you." Diana nodded to Tom.

„If you need anything, just call me." He smiled curtly and finally he and his tumbling footsteps disappeared.