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6:17 AM
"I can't call it flirting if I'm not sure about it."
"Vi, you just told whoever this chick is that you think she's impressive at sex."
Vi doesn't know what she's doing. Sevika slapped her shoulder the moment she told her like a wake-up call trying to get her brain to make some sense of her actions lately.
"Well, what's your problem, kid? You're flirting with a woman, so what? What's the damn issue?"
"They're compliments." she corrects. The correction only made the older of the two scoff. Vi knew it. The scowl on Sevika's face while she told her of last night's events briefly should've been a dead giveaway.
"Oh yeah. Friends compliment how good they are in bed, real smooth." Sevika goes her way out of the counter and leaves Vi there, aiming to find the broom to sweep the floor off before clients come rolling in this morning. "Do you want to pursue her? Whoever this is?"
Vi sighs, sitting on the office chair, and spins herself slowly, dragging her feet across the floor. She gives the question no other second thought and tells her a direct—
"No." Vi sounds sure. 
(She tries to be)
"That really your answer?" Sevika presses. Vi hates how she calls out her hesitation even when it is so well hidden in hindsight. For Sevika, the situation appeared to be basic math or singing the alphabet. For Vi? It felt like coding ridiculous shit only her sister can comprehend. "Vander didn't raise you to be a liar."
Dammit. 
Not Sevika pulling the Vander card to jab her consciousness. An eye roll happened as she scoffs back. "Fine." she finally admits, Caitlyn's words and moments of her interest repeating in her head. "I don't know."
How she loves her voice. Loves.
How it's helping her with whatever the hell she was doing last night. Vi was a hundred percent sure it wasn't only the insomnia.
How mysteriously 'shy' she was all of a sudden.
And the way she talked before muting her microphone; how breathing for her seemed to be the most rigid thing Caitlyn could do last night.
It was odd. And if Vi had to pick a good guess: It's got to be somewhere around the gutter for Caitlyn to sound tired that night.
But besides that, even her attraction confuses her. Why would Vi say those things if she wasn't looking for anything anymore? Was she testing the waters? She's never done any testing in her whole life. She had always been so sure regarding...whatever this is.
With romance. Attraction.
Tension.
"Aw, hell, kid. I appreciate the honesty but for something like this, you gotta make up your mind." her co-worker grabs the base of the broom, starts her work, and sweeps the dust and particles of dirt off the floor. Rays of sunlight pass through their windows. She shoots Vi a look, pointing a finger in the direction of her deep-thinking resting bitch face expression. "Why are you even telling me this anyway?"
"Because I trust you? Duh?" Vi reasons, her current decision-making being the only thing that makes sense.
"Yeah, you trust me. But not your siblings?"
"Claggor has no time for my shit. Powder's in college and she's doing well. Thank fuck, her love life's better than mine." Vi stood up from her spot, fully decided to keep her brain off of things for a bit when her eyes locked their target from the sight of the punching bag. She feels the urge of her legs to move towards it, a moth to a flame. "And you're crazy to think Mylo would give me decent advice."