She is so simple, that Melis. Sitting in silence and fluttering her eyelashes as if it can make her at least a little smarter. As Leyla believes, she would definitely not hurt to become smarter. Aydin remembers herself in the first days of work and is surprised: how can that girl sit and idle? She got into the agency by accident, so let her now sit and learn everything she hasn't learned before.
But the girl isn't up to study: she considering others as if this whole atmosphere in wonder for her. However, Emre is especially amazing and interesting to her, and this makes Leyla even angrier.
The blonde didn't immediately understand what that feeling was. A slight irritation followed her from the moment she saw Divit in the office with his new assistant and realized that he was smiling at her.
He smiled at Melis. Just think!
Before Aydin had time to blink an eye, her legs brought her to the former place of work. A few confident steps and she see him again, for a split second is lost and doesn't know how and why she came back. But there is nowhere to retreat, and that's why she still has to stand her ground to the end.
"Welcome, Leyla," Emre greets her.
"Thank you, Emre Bey," she replies just as calmly, in tune.
She tries not to look at Melis, although she feels that she is under the gun of the black, surprised as if children's eyes.
"If you're looking for Sanem and Yigit, they're in the conference room," Divit says, revealing the very incidentally caught in the hands of the dossier.
"No," the blonde shakes her head and hurries to continue, "I came to see you."
The guy is so surprised that for a couple of minutes he even tears his eyes off the documents and carefully looks at her.
"You wanted to see me?"
Aydin nods back before she has time to come up with a decent excuse for her unexpected appearance here.
" I, uh," she looks around uncertainly, hoping to come up with something when her anxious look finally falls on the banner of a new advertising campaign standing at the other end of the corridor, "corrected something in our presentation; I wanted to say this."
The girl carefully peers into the face of Divit, who, in turn, is also silent intently examining her. After a while, the blonde realizes that he believed, and exhaling with relief, desperately trying to figure out what will happen next. Turning slightly, she meets Melis's eyes, after which they smile equally tightly at each other.
I wish I'd never laid my eyes on you, honey, Leyla hisses to herself, almost clenching her hands into fists. Her completely not friendly thoughts are interrupted by Emre.
"We'll talk," he nods, putting the documents aside. "But where are your files? You came to work with empty hands."
Aydin laughs in response, but the laugh turns out to be more nervous and hysterical than sincere.
"Empty-handed, yes," she smiles, repeating his words, and, not knowing when the time to come up with another lie, says. "Because the printer broke, I couldn't print and I thought I'd text you in the mail."
The treacherous escaped former confidence makes her nervously tapping her fingers on the surface of the nearest table. This simple at first glance, an unpretentious gesture, of course, didn't escape the attention of Divit.
Smiling slightly, he nods back and says:
"Well, did you send it?"
Leyla's heart sank to my stomach.
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Chocolate & Whiskey
Romance[Drabble Collection] They're different. So different. Searing scotch whiskey in a glass with transparent ice cubes. Strong drink helped to forget. Perhaps, that's why Emre loved it so much. But hot chocolate remained the best delicacy for Leyla. Ap...
