She Was My Colour

3: Understanding her

On her way to work today after some people were being bitches to her in school, the only thing that was able to comfort Lisa was the smile she remembered seeing on Jennie's face a week ago when she last brought the trash out with her.

Up till now, she still wondered why she thought that that smile of hers felt so different.

It's been a week since she last worked because school was being an utter burden burdening her with multiple assignments. Sadly, she couldn't say no to them. If only she could, she would be able to see Jennie sooner.

Unusually, she skips in her steps along the rocky pavement that led to the street of her restaurant. About a couple steps further and she spots a Jennie in a distance trudging over.

Her face almost lit up but when she noticed her sulking, she ended up sulking too.

She stops in her movement and watches as Jennie enters the restaurant first, giving her some space. Should I say hi? She thought to herself. Maybe it isn't the right time considering how she's sad, right?

But it was something that ignited in her, causing her to want to try and be a bigger person today after having not seen her for a week.

Jennie was always the one trying to talk to her, and the truth was it really made her feel welcomed, not alone, even distracted her from the depressing thoughts of her disabilities.

"Hi." She ended up saying, it did in fact shock herself being the person to initiate a conversation this time.

She observes as Jennie looks up and attempts to fake a smile. But she saw right through her immediately. The visible sadness was inevitable to someone like Lisa who used to love to study people.

"Hey." Yep, something's wrong with Jennie today. The solemn response says it all. Previously, Jennie would say hi to her enthusiastically when she saw her, and even wave. But today it turned out to be just a hey, with no emotion.

Lisa hesitates, she wasn't sure if she wanted to pry. She was not sure if she should. Maybe what Jennie needed was silence and peace all to herself. Maybe her presence would disturb her.

She pursed her lips together obscurely, deciding that it was best if she didn't choose to bother her today and leaves to the sink at the back.

As she was washing some used sieves and tongs, she turns back to look at Jennie once more. The glint in her eyes are gone for some reason. But why was it bothering her so much? Personally, she couldn't justify why. So she ended up just shrugging it off.

Three hours in and Jennie's quiet demeanour was still lingering at the back of Lisa's mind. When Granny Joy came to tell her momentarily about food preparations she could help out with, she silently wished it was Jennie, who came to entertain her with her giggles or tell her she mixed the avocado and teriyaki chicken incorrectly.

Lisa was busy refilling more bags of meatballs from the fridge when her ears picked up on a soft wince coming from the sink just behind.

She bends backwards and stretched her neck to peep out, spotting Jennie's back. Without giving it much thought, she squeezed the bags to a side and took big steps over to the brunette's side.

Lisa tiptoes to look over the cabinets and into the sink, when she saw weird coloured drops dripping into it, she immediately assumed it was blood. Alarmed, her eyes flows to the source. Turns out, Jennie accidentally cut her finger with a knife.

The taller blonde instantly made her way to the counter where she messed the cabinets for a plaster and some ointment that might help. She didn't even bother re-adjusting the things she flipped and headed for Jennie.