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Coral Glasses were sweating bullets a lot more than usual. That's because she’s currently working overtime, which she (unsurprisingly) hates. Even if she tries to avoid it, she can't decide for herself and is often left without a choice if no one else other than her is willing to step up to do it.
Coral progresses to the hallway to her apartment after the elevator opens on her floor. When she comes in and closes the door, she sees ENA on the couch.
“You’re here early.”
“I’ve executed business quicker than expected, so Froggy gave me the rest of the day off.”
“Okay then.” Coral begins to walk towards the bedroom before ENA stops her.
“Is something wrong, dear partner? You seem…troubled.”
“I’m fine.” Coral yawns. "Just tired.”
ENA frowned at her response. “Stop lying. You’re horrible at hiding secrets, dumbass.”
Coral looks away in embarrassment. No matter how hard she tries to hide her stress, her spiraling polyp always gives out the evidence. She tries to keep moving forward, but ENA’s force stops her from doing so.
“Just say what’s wrong and this will be over wi-” Before she could finish her sentence, Coral snaps.
“CAN YOU SHUT UP!? I’M OVERWORKED AND I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!!”
Before Coral says anything else, she stops when she realizes what she has said, causing her to drop onto her knees and start crying.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Coral stares at the ground in guilt, looking away from the saleswoman, who stares at her.
“You can yell at me. I don’t really care anymore.”
Instead of doing what she asked her to do, ENA gets on the ground and hugs her. Coral didn’t expect her to do that but didn’t care either way and tightly held her closer.
After she comforts her in silence, Coral lifts her face up to look at ENA. Her cheeks were now stained with tears and her mouth displaying a neutral frown.
“I-I’m sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have taken it out on you.”
“It’s fine. I’ve accustomed myself to it by now. Though I must admit, I shouldn't have demanded you to tell me your struggles.”
“No need to apologize. I know you were trying to assist me.”
After Coral becomes more stable, she begins to get up and heads to the kitchen, which didn’t make ENA very happy.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“I-I was going to start dinner.”
The saleswoman gets up from the floor. “Let me provide the service instead.”
Before Coral could say anything, ENA took her hand and brought her to the bathroom.
“How about you cleanse yourself? It might make you feel less…disquiet."
The businesswoman was a bit hesitant at first but accepted her offer after she took it in consideration.
“Very well then.” ENA then proceeded to start running her bath while Coral picked out her pajamas and took her clothes off in the closet. Once she was done, Coral began to make her way to the bathroom again and got inside the tub with ENA giving her two towels to wash and dry with.
“I hope you enjoy your sterilized operation. It saddens me that I won’t be able to see your genius germs in action.” ENA left, closing the door behind her, and making her way to the kitchen.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” Coral whispered.
She sat in the tub for a few minutes to relax her body before she lathered the wet towel with the soap bar and began to wash her body. After she rinses herself off, Coral pulls the drain and starts to get out to dry herself off. She then changes into her fresh pair of pajamas she took out earlier. She unintentionally got one that hasn’t even been worn yet and was gifted by ENA a couple months ago.
When she gets dressed, she meets ENA in the kitchen, who seems to be done cooking their dinner.
ENA pulls the businesswoman closer to her. “Are you any better, dear partner?”
“Mhm.”
ENA purrs and leans in for a kiss. Taking the signal, Coral comes in and passionately kisses the saleswoman.
“Shall we start indulging in our main course?”
The salesperson and the businesswoman finished their meal and headed to bed. Coral Glasses brought her body closer to ENA, who was already asleep. She gave her the tightest hug, making sure she didn't let go of her. Before she drifted off to sleep, she gave her final words.
“Thanks.”