Three in one, to make up for my absence!
Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
Day Two
"No," he said firmly, looking sternly at his amused companion. "Not her."
"I didn't say anything," she looks up at him with fake innocence. "I was just noticing your coworker. What was her name now? Hmm…"
As the angel played her little games, he looked toward his coworker again, who was now occupied with Dimka, the bakery owner's Siberian Husky.
"Tasha!" The angel smiled. "Tasha Ozera, twenty seven years of age. She's been a baker here for three years now, but she secretly has big dreams of making it big as a model in the big city, St. Petersburg is her first choice, but Moscow would do too. She has one brother, who is the father of her most favorite nephew, Christ-"
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Being creepy," he hissed. "I don't even want to know how you know-"
"Oh Dimka," he was interrupted by Tasha's wishful sigh. Turning, the duo watched as the dog eagerly licked the woman's face. "If only men would as much attention to me as you do…"
"Oh yeah," the angel rolled her eyes. "I'm the creepy one."
"You have to admit," his companion started, "she is very pretty."
He studiously ignores her, and his coworkers chattering around him, choosing to focus on the dough in front of him.
"Can you pass me the flour, please?" Tasha asks him. He passes her the bag without even looking at her while she tuts at him, saying something about manners. He wonders, bitterly, why he's the only one who has to deal with her presence.
"That's rude," she tuts again. "And if I want to make my presence known to your friends, I will...but on my terms and only at the right moments. Otherwise, I am available to you, only." She winks cheekily.
"What's wrong, man?" His coworker, Pavel, asks from his side. "You seem off, and not just today, it's been a couple weeks now."
"I'm just...having trouble sleeping," he responds, "alot on my mind lately."
"Or, you just need to get laid," his other coworker calls across the room, prompting many others to laugh uproariously.
"He's not wrong…" she mutters. He was this close to turning around and yelling at her, screw how crazy he'd look to everyone, when a small, warm hand stopped him.
"Don't listen to them," Tasha says understandingly, giving him a small smile, "they're just idiots."
Behind him, she grins broadly.
"I'm not interested in Tasha like that," he insists later that day, during his lunch break. They're at the side entrance of the bakery, away from everybody else. "She's nice, a bit too friendly to be honest. I barely consider her a friend."
"You don't think I know that?" She rolls her eyes at the man. "I've only been watching you for weeks now. And besides, I know she's not the one for you."
"Well who is?" He mutters.
"I don't know," she shrugs.
He stops and stares at her incredulously. "What? You're the Angel of Love, and you don't know who I'm, allegedly, supposed to fall in love with?"
Her eyes narrow, her gaze so sharp it stops him in his tracks.
"That's not how love works. That's not how I work."
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Until next time, have a nice day/night wherever you may be! And please, be kind to one another.