His blonde, her brunette, one beautiful mess

[15] Goodbye amber-eyes

"So what can we help you with sweetie?" The red-lipped lady asked behind the counter. 

"I'm here to get my cash in on a check," I answered and plastered on a smile. I wasn't in the best mood after having had to queue ten minutes only to get a waiting number.

"Of course," she said, typing something on her computer with her long clear nails. "It's quite a long wait, unfortunately, a lot of our staff hasn't returned to work yet." 

"It's understandable," I said politely. "Can you give me an estimate of how long the wait will be?"

"It shouldn't be over half an hour, but it's hard to tell." I shouldn't have gone shopping for new socks before coming way, that way I could have filled the waiting time with doing something productive. The lady smiled as she gave me the waiting number.

788

The number on the screen was now 704. Which meant over eighty people were before me. I was starting to think half an hour had been a very optimistic estimate from the lady. I sank down into a seat and placed my bag of new socks in my lap.

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I groaned as I stared at the screen. 

726

I had done all the math my bored mind had come up with the number already, waiting for it to change. I was mindlessly tapping on the armrest of the chair and regretted not leaving the bank to go get a coffee. I should probably go do it now, but I didn't feel like drinking cofee anymore. 

I let my gaze drift over the open room and it landed on someone standing at one of the counters. Lucas turned around in the same moment and our eyes locked. His eyebrows shot up and I mirrored the gesture. 

"Would you look at that," I said as he had walked over. "This isn't the place I thought I would run into you."

"Nice to see you too," he responded. "What are you doing here?"

"What do people usually come to banks for?" I mused. "My very old-fashioned grandfather gave me a check for Christmas, a chech which I'm here to turn into digits on my bank account." I patted my pocket where the envelope with the check lay. God bless this coat's large pockets. I didn't see you coming in." 

"You must have been sleeping, I'm pretty noticeable."

"You haven't gained that much weight during the break," I said and looked him up and down. Actually he didn't look different at all, and the smirk on his lips told me he knew what I was thinking. "So how have things been?" 

It felt od askin that, after all, we had been texting throughout the break. I didn't really know if it was morally okay for me to be on friendly terms with Lucas. He was basically both my brother's and boyfriend's enemy. And I hadn't told Zach that I was on a nickname level with Lucas. Of course, the opportunity hadn't really presented itself, as Zach would be returning home tomorrow and I'd only spoken to him briefly on the phone during the break. 

"Good," he said and glanced back toward the counters. "What number do you have?"

"788," I sighed. "Meaning I'll be here for some while." What a great way to spend the last day of the break. 

"Really? Me too." He sat down in the chair next to me. 

"Don't you think it's weird," I hummed, looking at one of the bankers who was tapping away at their computer. "That we've never met before that day at the buss stop, but now we're constantly running into each other."

"Yep, I've even contemplated the possibility that you're stalking me."

"Which I am not."

"How did you find out where I lived then?"