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"You know, I'm not sure if I can agree with your relationship with Gaius, after all, Cordi", Sumia says, one day, as a greeting. You look up at her from your workplace in surprise (or maybe shock? You can't quite tell) and the milk chocolate of her eyes meets yours in a surprisingly stern glare.
"Whatever makes you think that?", you ask her, entirely at loss with her behaviour, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
That's when you notice the magazine in her hand.
And, as if on cue, she moves to flip open a page with some sort of chart on it, holding it out for you to read. "I've asked Gaius what his sign is", she explains and, oh, you realise, the article Sumia is showing you is, in fact, a horoscope, yet not quite. Actually, it seems more like a compatibility chart that holds all signs of the western zodiac.
You glance back up at your friend slowly, trying hard to keep the frustration from showing on your face. "Sumia, have you been getting back into that fortune-telling business again?", you inquire, sharply, and she flinches a little at your tone.
"It strengthens the morale of klutzy people like me", she mumbles and puts the magazine down on your desk dejectedly. You want to feel bad for her, but you know that you must remain steadfast when trying to get her to stop indulging whatever superstitious beliefs she wants to cling to.
After all, the two of you have been there several times already.
"You're capable enough without deluding yourself", you chastise gently after a brief pause. Sumia squeaks out some appreciative noise and you realise how actually hard it is to hide your smug smile. Then, you pick up the magazine. "Do tell why I am apparently incompatible with my boyfriend, though."
She stiffens a bit before leaning onto your shoulder to regard the chart as well. "Right", she says, passion (unfortunately) lacing her voice. A slender finger traces one row- the one that reads 'Cancer'- and slides along the cells until it settles on one. "You're a Cancer, Cordi, and Gaius is a Capricorn", Sumia explains and points at the row intersecting with the Cancer-one where she had previously placed her finger.
You let out an affirmative hum and lean a little closer towards the chart to see what is written inside the cell in question.
"A great match, very caring", you read out loud and turn your head to look at your friend blankly. Sumia's eyes widen and her cheeks redden immensely. She traces the chart again, as if to check the truthfulness of what you've just said before she retracts her finger and her arm falls to hang limply by her side.
Smiling sheepishly, she avoids your eyes. "I... seem to have slipped into the wrong cell when I first read over it", she mutters and quickly grabs the magazine again. You sigh and shake your head, feeling quite irritated, if you were to be entirely honest with yourself. Sumia's posture slumps visibly.
"Don't use these things as a guide on How To: Relationship", you chide and turn towards your computer again. One glance at the time in the corner of your screen reveals that you've just wasted five minutes- then again, it's almost time for lunch anyways. Glancing up at Sumia, you smile amicably. "Want to grab some lunch together?"
At that, she freezes. "Lunch", she repeats hollowly before blinking and yanking her left arm up to give her watch a wide-eyed stare. You can make out a faint 'oh no' under her breath before she's already turning towards the corridor, looking about ready to break into a sprint. "I still have something to do, catch you later!", she yells over her shoulder and then she's gone. Sometimes you wonder where Sumia's priorities lie.
But at least you now know that even the stars give you and Gaius their blessing.
Which you, honestly, don't mind in the least, even if you don't believe in that superstitious nonsense.