Well, that was okay. A few minutes later, a knock sounded through the room

He had changed during that time at had sat on the edge of his bed. He jumped at the sound but then quickly came over. He peeked through the peephole.

"It's me," came Electa's voice at the same time. Vexin could see her standing outside, balancing two cups of coffee and a napkin full of donuts.

He shuddered in relief and unlocked and opened the door for her. He pushed his glasses up, this time a gesture to calm himself rather than a needed action. His glasses where fine.

(Vexin, I do that all the time. I'll like try to push my glasses up but they had never fallen down...)

She dumped the food on the table. She took one quick slurp out of one of the coffees, glancing at him. "Are you ready?"

(I used to do that so much, and even if I'm not wearing my glasses I still push at the bridge of my nose.)

He nodded. He really was glad he wasn't alone anymore, although he was still not 100% comfortable with Electa herself. But he'd take what he could get, at least in this situation. Sometimes you had to go for the ball when you could, not wait for the right kick.

(Yeah, it becomes a habit)


"Good. Then let's get out of here." She went into the bathroom. The window there was only half the size of the ones in the bedroom, but still large enough to climb through. Beyond, there were some pine trees and a road; they could hear cars going past. Electa slid the window open and balanced herself on the toilet. A short, hard kick to the screen, then another one. It fell out with a clatter, landing on the ground below. The way she moved was just...so fluid and confident

(My fam eventually gave up on trying to make me stop.xD)

He watched, for some reason he found himself noticing the way she moved. He could remember admiring many soccer players for the way they moved, but not the way he found himself admiring her.

(Mine never tried to stop me, so it's only gotten more frequent)

She jumped back down and went and got her nylon bag, which she lowered toward the ground outside, then let drop. It was mostly falling because the window was sort of high up, almost at chest level, and she was short.

He grabbed his pull-string backpack quickly, peaking over the window at her. "A-are you okay?"