Love, Amor, Amour

《Chapter 7》

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In Mina's apartment, because Heidi's is a mess as per usual, her anxious energy was upsetting Harvey more and more to the point where he was vexed these past few days. He groomed himself a lot more and was constantly meowing, she had taken a least one hour of her time after coming home from the hospital to soothe him and play away from his stress. She knew she was at fault though because she couldn't get a tighter grip on her troubles. As Mina laid down on her couch and stared at the ceiling she thought aloud for her friend to hear from where she sat on the loveseat with her legs tucked under her. She expressed her feelings piece by piece, starting by Geo's strange behavior that was both worrisome and a pain in the butt.

"He's been distant lately, he doesn't even text me on weekends, and I barely see him unless he's rushing out of the bakery."

"He isn't a kid anymore Mina, he's almost nineteen. Big boys walk on their own ya'know," she added wisely.

"But I think, he's avoiding me now...unless he's drunk coming over here smelling like rotten beer," she finished her thought with a spiteful glare at the undeserving peach toned ceiling.

Heidi frowns empathetically, for she knows the feeling of a sibling's avoidance to talk or communicate all together, "He'll come around, he loves his big sis too much to keep away."

"Where does he even go to get it? He's definitely hiding something."

"Give it time, maybe he'll slip up and we can get a clue in," sighing and repositioning herself on the seat she went to get up and head to the kitchen.

"I intend to find out."

Heidi opens a few cabinets locating the tea bags hoping a cup of Mina's favorite, peppermint, will help elevate some stress. She boils water for a moment on high heat then sets both of their cups and pours when the bags are in place. All the while Mina grunts and cusses with a crimson suede couch cushion held tightly in her hands. Then she continues on a bit of a rant about a french named patient at the hospital who gets on her nerves.

"He's a real piece of work you know, plus it's like he wants people to hate his guts," Mina really did not understand that guy, nor why she'd want to. He acted as if he's a doomed soul, detested any and all people, conversations, help, in that place.

"Is he hot?" Heidi wondered, head raised from blowing at the steam coming from her teacup.

"Really? That's what you ask me after I explained his attitude, so obnoxious," She sat up looked at her friend straight on perplexed by her question.

"...well sometimes mean people are hot."

They laugh in unison after a quiet moment of letting that statement sink in. Mina shakes her head side to side, making her long waves of brown hair sway in refusal to believe that's the reason for Mr. Grumpy's behavior.

"Seriously though you can't really blame him for that, you said the guy's been in the hospital for what? Two, three months? He has a right to be crabby, I know I would."

That was the truth, he had a series of pretty bad injuries for the time he has spent in the confinement of the hospital. All that time without much view of the outside world must be tiresome, especially for a guy that, from what she could tell, was actively productive. He seemed like a man that was often on his feet doing one thing or another with his defined form. Within reason, she felt for him but didn't want to admit to it. Not noting the fact that her thoughts on french men of being artistic, whether with words or their hands, tempted her curiosity.