Someone's Anxiety

Colombia university city M

"She doesn't hold a grudge against us, does she?"

Elena's question again made Strala, who was about to put the rest of his stationery into her bag, silent. She sighed and turned to her friend who had been pestering her from the start with questions about her (Gretta).

The feeling was, when they were planning a trap with Darren, Elena looked relaxed and didn't show any meaningful expression at all. But, why are you looking restless right now, isn't it too late to ask especially about revenge.

The Karstone bitch, Starla thought, trying not to squeak.

"Star-

"Never mind Elena. You better forget it and live quietly, don't talk about it if you don't want to remember it even more. Don't you understand?"

Starla, who was bored with Elena's questioning without cursing instead of immediately interrupting, advised with a sneer and sarcasm that she didn't bother hiding at all.

Really, dealing with Elena who talked a lot made her dizzy herself. She just didn't know how things were or even about whether or not Gretta has a grudge against them, the woman beside her keeps asking.

It sucks, Starla continued in her heart.

Elena, who was interrupted by Starla, was silent. Usually, she would be angry and glare at someone who dared to interrupt her, especially with sarcasm like Starla a while ago. But, when she felt that what Starla said was true, she nodded and ignored the woman's rudeness.

"You're right, I should have forgotten about this. I, I'll forget it," Elena muttered between sure and not, because her own heart was confused with the anxiety she was feeling.

"That's good, forget it if you think it deserves to be forgotten," Starla said indifferently then got up from her seat, standing next to Elena. who raised her face to see her towering.

"Where are you going?" asked Elena, genuinely concerned.

"To another class, only this class we can be together with Gretta. What do you think I'm studying medicine and management for if not to make sure what I have is mine again?" Starla replied coldly.

Elena was silent, she could only see Starla's back moving away, past the entrance even though she hadn't responded to the cold remark at all.

"Did you guys ever think of me as a friend?"

Ukkh…

Elena shook her head as she remembered what Gretta said before leaving the apartment. She tried to calm down and completely forget what happened yesterday by exhaling over and over again.

Phew…

"Okay Lena, you have to be sure if everything will be fine. Yes, there is no strange news on campus about him, right? So, everything will be fine," she reassured himself.

After that, Elena left the class, wanted to go to another class according to her class schedule and hoped that with her busy schedule, she would forget what happened that fateful night.

At another place....

Café Seventh

At a table that is located in a corner of a suburban café, a handsome young man is sitting, occasionally looking at the entrance, as if he is waiting for someone to arrive.

Greek!

His sharp eyes immediately turned to the front, where a woman he already knew was sitting leisurely in an empty chair at his desk.

"Are you still waiting?" asked the woman in a familiar tone, a hint of worry tucked in there and the man sensed it.

"Yes, she promised to see me here again," the man replied firmly.

The woman nodded, took a deep breath and looked towards the door, hoping that what the young man was waiting for would come quickly. Because to be honest, someone who was waiting for the man was actually waiting for her as well.

Yes, she misses the cheerful young woman who has been pestering her and her father for a while at this café.

"Al," the woman called with the mumble she received in response.

"Hn?"

Knowing if the mumble was a response to hear, the woman resumed her speech with a question heard after.

"Have you contacted her again, Al?"

Al—Alrescha who heard the woman's question of course nodded, because that's what he's been doing these days.

Yes, that Alrecha, the unnamed customer who was secretly nodding off to an impromptu cafe waitress who visited every day. To the extent that his activities are only around campus, offices and cafes, as if there are no other activities.

"Of course, Aya. I've tried calling the number, but it wasn't active and the last one was when we met at that time," Alrescha explained to someone she called Aya, a waitress who also happens to be the daughter of the owner of this café.

Aya-Ayana nodded in understanding to hear that, she sighed again and turned around when she heard the next sentence.

"Then, have you called her too?"

"Of course. But, just like you. There are no results, the number is not active and there is absolutely no news," Ayana explained.

Huh….

The two of them were both silent, thinking about the whereabouts of someone who they had not heard from for a few days, be it from messages or face-to-face meetings at the café as usual.

"Then, are you going to keep waiting for her like this? Every day, without certainty?"

Again the question floated, but this time Alrescha didn't respond right away. He was silent and answered with a sentence pretending not to understand.

"What do you mean? Don't I always drink in this cafe?" asked Alrescha, looking at Ayana flatly. So, the daughter of the owner of this cafe cannot tell at all whether the customer is lying or not.

His expression and mood were completely unpredictable. Except for Gretta, he can't be talked to at all, Ayana thought to herself in annoyance.

"Oh! I think it's because I want to meet Gretta too," said Ayana, trying to tease the customer in front of her who had returned to changing her face to normal as before.

"Not really," answered Alrescha briefly, densely and again annoyingly.

Ayana wanted to squeak, but a call from her father made her reluctant and chose to leave the customer.

"Aya! The order is delivered!"

"Okay Dad!" said Ayana shouting a little, "Then I leave, Al. Enjoy your cold drink," she continued sarcastically and Alrescha who heard it restrained himself from squeaking.

"Hn."

Tch, you bastard, Ayana snorted as she left the customer's table towards the counter where her father was standing.

After Ayana left his desk, Alrescha, who was alone again, turned towards the door one last time, before finally deciding to focus on his laptop screen that was on.

Gretta, wherever you are I hope you are well. Honestly, I'm worried for some reason. It's clear that we've only known each other for a while. But, I can't lie to myself, if I like everything that is in you. When your blue eyes gleam playfully or when those rose-colored lips smile a little for customers.

I really wanted to meet you, I also wanted to say something to you.

About feelings, which I can't describe in simple words called love.

Gretta, you…, must be fine right?