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Sua considered herself a hard worker, especially to get to where she was. Always on time, always giving 100%, only calling Ivan a dumbass once a week instead of multiple times, and maintained a great relationship with her co-workers. She achieved this by refusing to speak to anyone and going home immediately when the clock rang 8 PM.
The only person she came close to having any sort of connection to was Mizi, but that was mostly because they worked well together in the office, no other reason. She’d write down her ideas and then request Mizi to present them in meetings. Sua’s tired voice and unbothered expression didn’t work well for meetings, for reasons she didn’t know. On the other hand Mizi’s enthusiastic voice and expressive gestures were great for marketing.
“Sua, will you be there at the New Year’s party?”
Mizi asked with a smile, her hands hidden behind her back and shaking.
Sua blinked, and smiled back politely. “Will you be there?”
She was almost about to smack herself. Why did she have to phrase it like that, she couldn’t be more discrete?
“Of course I will! It’s nice to spend the last hour of the year with everyone. And also, alcohol.”
Sua let out a soft chuckle. “Okay, I will be there.”
Mizi smiled wider, and looked like she was going to explode, so quickly turned and grabbed her bag, which had a couple of keychains on it. One was of a pink bunny and another some sort of logo that Sua couldn’t read, but part of it looked like it said “Alien” which confused her but she wasn’t one to judge. She didn’t notice Mizi turned back to face her, so was just accidentally staring. That was until Mizi shyly gave a wave, and Sua’s face heated up, as she nervously held her hand up but forgot to wave back.
Once Mizi left the room, Sua groaned internally. Then when everyone else cleared the office she groaned externally.
“I’d rather be shot in the neck than go to that party,” she thought to herself as she drove home.
She wondered if she could come up with some sort of excuse to not go, but then the memory of Mizi sweetly inviting her kept returning to her mind. And maybe… when it’s New Year’s… and the tradition is kissing at 12… they…
She slapped herself and tried to focus on driving back to her apartment.
Once she arrived, she made way up the stairs and reached her door. She could hear her neighbour in the room next to it and sighed, knowing he was practicing his guitar again. Who would even do that this late?
She tried to push her keys through but tensed up more, all from the stress of what happened at work and the music becoming louder. Eventually she let out a huff and stormed over to the other door, knocking loudly at it to make sure it’s heard.
Not long after it was opened, and Till looked at her confused, still wearing headphones.
“Who are you?”
Her glare sharpened. “I’ve been your neighbour for 3 years,” she tried to keep her voice as neutral as she could.
“Ok?”
“…Can you please not play your music so loudly at night?”
“You wouldn’t get it.”
GET WHAT? YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME ANY ARGUMENTS! Was what Sua wanted to say.
Can we please compromise? I really need sleep for work tomorrow. Was probably what Sua should’ve said.
But instead she said,
“You look like someone my brother would date.”
Till blinked, thoroughly confused.
“He has bad taste.”
His face shifted into shock and he opened his mouth to retaliate but Sua slammed the door in his face. Till stood in the middle of in the room in disbelief. He didn’t even open the door because how embarrassing it was to have your own door slammed by someone else.
Feeling a lot better, Sua went into her own apartment and kicked her shoes off, then collapsed onto her couch. The guitar didn’t resume, which gave her relief. She laid there for a while, wondering if she should go to bed early or continue binge watching her favourite show. Currently the plot was about a boy being in love with a boy who was in love with a girl who was in love with a dead girl. She was enjoying it so far.
She stretched until she heard a sound from her laptop. Slowly sitting up she opened her laptop and got into a shrimp position to check it. Her eyes lit up when she saw it wasn’t from her strict boss, or a spam email, it was from Mizi.
She quickly opened it, her hands shaking. Was it a work question? Was it her phone number so they could text? Was it a confession-
A reply? A reply to… Sua’s email?
She blinked, thoroughly confused. She didn’t remember sending Mizi an email? She didn’t usually send anyone emails, she’d usually save questions for in person meetings. When did she send Mizi an email…? She tried to recall the previous nights, wondering if it could just be a misclick, but sending a whole email felt very precise to be an accident.
Then her eyes widened as she remembered getting heavily drunk the previous weekend.
Till jumped up in his bed when he suddenly heard a loud, frustrated yell. He looked at his wall that had his neighbour’s apartment next to it.
“Oh so I can’t play my guitar at night but you can practice death metal screams?” He grumbled.
Though he didn’t want to confront her again so turned back to his TV, where he was watching a show about a boy falling in love with a boy who was in love with a girl who was in love with a dead girl.
“-AAAAAAAAA!” Sua finished screaming into her pillow.
She breathed in and out, heavily. She didn’t want to but forced herself to look back at her laptop. What on Earth could she have sent Mizi? Did she accidentally reveal her feelings? Oh she wanted to die, she wanted to get publicly executed so bad.
As if it was going to attack her, she cautiously grabbed the laptop. Maybe it was just a very professional email. One time she did manage to get an entire 3,000 work essay done in college while both drunk and sleep deprived, getting a 98% on it (2% was capped for misspellings.)
Feeling more confident, she started to read it.
The subject of the email was: Sua you useless lesbian!
…
She was royally screwed.
Sua86@———.com
To: MiziBunny87@————.com
Subject: Sua you useless lesbian!
I love Mizi, I love Mizi but I can’t tell her I can only write it to myself like a coward but I should tell her no no Sua don’t tell her why would you do that she doesn’t love you oh I need to send Mizi an email I should start that.
Mizi, I need you to read my ideas at our next work meeting again. You’re much better at it to than me me. You’re very good at talking and presenting and talking and your hair is long and so pretty and your eyes are so pretty and your face is cute and and everyone loves you.
Thank you, Sua.
Sent from Mac.
…
At least there weren’t any spelling mistakes.
Sua didn’t let out a scream this time. Her voice would probably be gone if she did anymore. She was mostly upset that she didn’t erase the part at the bottom… and maybe also the fact she just confessed to her 3 year long crush.
She decided to do what she did best: run away from her problems.
She shut her laptop and went to bed for the night.