Chapter 9: Conversations and a Gift
Every day Kurt worked hard on the roof, and sometimes he talked to Dia. There were only a few conversations, but he cherished all of them.
Covered ground just to reach your house. I know we need to talk, but I can't catch my thoughts.
….
"When did you become the craftsman's apprentice?" Dia asked with her head, again, tilt downward toward another book. The question seemed to pop out of nowhere, no timing at all.
"About three years ago," Kurt replied. "Why do you ask?"
Dia closed her book and stood up. She lifted her gaze up to Kurt through the large hole.
"I just wanted to know about how many years of experience you have. Is that a problem?" Her eyes softened for only a few seconds, then turned back to its normal, emotionless state.
Out of the awkwardness of being in Dia's sight he answered with a simple, "I guess not," and got back to his work.
….
"Why did you become a craftsman's apprentice?" Dia asked curiously, "I mean, why would you pick that as your occupation?"
Kurt paused, not knowing what to say, he told a half-truth. "It just seemed like an interesting job…"
"Really? Isn't it in anyway dull?" She was truly fascinated at this point. For once, her eyes overflowed with curiosity. She also wasn't reading a book, but she was totally focused on Kurt.
"W-well, aren't all jobs dull in some aspect? Besides, I rather like the dullness, however boring some people might think it is." Kurt explained. He felt proud about himself. He had finally spoken what was exactly on his mind to Dia without stumbling much over the words. He did blush slightly, but probably not enough that Dia could see.
"Yes, dullness is relaxing, isn't it?" Dia said right before she exited the room, but Kurt wanted her to stay, to talk, to listen…too afraid yet to trust, too afraid yet to open up.
Insides gripped scared of what you'll think. Words I can't repeat could change all we've got.
….
It was a Thursday, Kurt's day off. Normally he would go to Clove's Villa, but today he decided that he would do something special.
The knock broke the silence in the mansion. Gina opened the front door to see who the knocker was.
"Make sure to give those to Dia, and watch out for Martha on the way." It was Kurt. "Oh, and don't tell her who it was from." He handed Gina a basket. "Thank you, Gina."
What was I thinking of? As it kicks off, I kept myself to myself and looked away. Should've put my foot in, but I just stayed, wrapped up in my own world.
"No, thank you, sir. You're being so kind to Dia," Gina replied with a wide smile. "But why are you doing this?"
Kurt blushed, his face becoming a very deep red. He scratched his head out of embarrassment. "…Does there have to be a reason?"
It was just one of those things I needed to deal with.
Gina just smiled again. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt!"
"Uh, y-yeah. See you, Gina." And with that he left to go home.
"Miss Dia?" Gina said. She was excitingly anticipating the happy smile Dia would have.
"Yes? What is it, Gina?" Dia asked.
"There is a gift for you."
"A gift? For…me?" Dia opened the door to her room and spotted a basket full of blueberries. She gasped. She looked at the tag tied on the basket. All it said was, "To Dia." Out of confusion she asked Gina, "Do you know who gave this to me?"
"No, Miss Dia. I haven't a clue," Gina lied. "It was on the ground in front of the door."
"Then who was at the door just a few minutes ago?" Dia asked the now nervous Gina.
"Oh! W-well, it was…just Katie. She was asking me when I was coming to the Café. That's all." Gina lied yet again. "I hope you enjoy your present!" She ran down the stairs before Dia asked her any more questions.
Dia sat down on the towel on the floor. She picked up a blueberry from the basket and ate it. She smiled, she was truly happy. 'Someone…cares about me?'
When Kurt got home, he watered his plants. Then, he noticed that they were opened up a bit.
Opening up buds, opening up people.
