Love Has a Color

Secret Secret

This morning is unlike any other morning. I am walking into work with a purpose. With a damn job to do. Which reminds me...I should probably finish those files from last week.

The minute I get off the elevator I'm scanning the building for the person in question. I turn the corner and catch a glimpse of a bright yellow blazer turning into the bathroom. "Violet Lansing! Stop right there!"

Her head whips towards me, flinging her wild brown curls in every direction. Her eyes widen, their honey color being completely exposed. She smiles at me, awkwardly and too big. She uses all of her pearly teeth, which contrast her bright pink lips and mocha skin. Then, she darts into the bathroom.

I run in after her and immediately rush the stall she's in. A few knocks on the door, no response. "Vi, I know you're in there. You're the only person I know who wears bright yellow heels!" No response, but, the feet slowly retract further into the the stall. "Violet!" I exclaim.

I hear her clear her throat, before she tries to lower and fail to disguise her voice. "Sorry, no Violet in here!"

"V, I'm not stupid. And, I watched you come in here. Every other stall is empty!"

Finally, in one swift motion, she's up and swinging the door open. "Okay, what?"

"What are you hiding?"

Her skin tone does well hiding the tinge of red on her face, but her body language gives her away. She sways a little to the left, scoffing and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why would you think I was hiding something?"

I raise a questioning brow at her, as if saying "really?"

She crosses her arms and cocks a hip. "What? What's that face for?"

"Because you're obviously acting weird, and I've known you long enough to know when you're hiding something big."

"It is not weird to have plans on a Saturday night. You, are weird for having sat alone in your sweatpants all night!"

Just as I'm about to tell her I did not sit alone the other night, I realize that I've been evading telling her some minor details of my life recently. Wow, Scar, you hypocrite. "Okay, rude. But, fine. Don't tell me. I'll remember this, though!" I threaten, pointing my finger and successfully hiding the fact that I'm hiding something. This may get complicated knowing my blabber mouth.

Violet gasps and clicks after me. "No! Think about this as just making us even," she bargains.

I spin around and place my hands on my hips. "Even for what?"

"For not texting me during your trip last weekend! You were withholding details about your weekend, now I'm withholding details about mine. Let's just slide right past this and act like it never happened."

I sigh, knowing I should take the deal. "Fine. Just, at least tell me you're not in any trouble?" She shakes her head. "Everything's okay? You know you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but if you need to talk about anything at all I'm always here."

"I know, Scar. That's why I love you. But, everything's fine. I swear," she says, placing one hand on her chest and the other in the air.

I nod and give her a pat on the shoulder as I turn to leave. I slip right out the door and make my way to Asher's office. I get in and flop directly into my chair, instantly kicking off my shoes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I hear a chuckle from behind Asher's desk and nearly jump out of my chair. "Shit! When did you get there?"

This prompts a heartier laugh from Asher who rolls his chair into view. Damn. "Can I ask why you wear the heels if you never keep them on for more than five minutes?"