One of the nameless coworkers - Suki lost interest in who walked past her prone form when she realised she wasnât wanted by them - or, worse, needed. It would mean something terrible had happened in the warehouse when she hadnât been looking, and that would wind up the strings of control she so desperately dangled over the rest of this realm. Back to the book then, fingers peeling the page back before she had even properly read the one upon which she had been resting her gaze, almost too eager for the continuation of this parallel universe. Just to see if it ended like hers. Just to see what end hers potentially could meet. Kinnakee, Kansas. Some no-name town in the middle of nowhere. Such demonic things couldnât touch her here.
Besides, it was, over all things, just a book. Just like the pieces in her warehouse were just the replicas of the original. Things had very little value, just like human lives. All of them, fleeting. It was the continuation of things, something she slowly grew accustomed to.Â
Flashes of the nonsense blood, when she bathed in the tub, she could swear it was thicker than usual, thicker water, coloured red, and she never could use those fucking bath bombs because of it, it looked too milky, too alien, and she wasnât some kid of the cosmos to be covered in the ashes of the stars, for Christâs sake.Â
Then - a voice. Pulling her from the rapidly morbid reverie. She glanced up, her face blank, at first, with little more than disinterest. But this slowly curved into that expressionlessness of a surprise she hadnât felt in, admittedly, quite a long time. A figure, approaching her somewhat hesitantly ( as all should ), addressing her appropriately by name, and even though she cringed at the plainness of her given birth name, she couldnât dismiss the gesture. Nor could she just ignore what was being extended to her - a bouquet of flowers.
Just take the flowers, Suki. Her father had said this several times to her when she had crossed her arms and stared him down from across the table. Lots of love from me. Just take them.Â
Swallowing, her movements slowed, and she remained frozen for a mere second longer before setting the books aside, standing from where she sat. Dahlias, delphiniums, the aroma of a blaze of honeysuckle only acquired in deep woods sheâd never experienced - perhaps even a dyed rose or three. It was marvellous. Some would comment it was a work of art. And it was for her? Just for gratitude? ( just take the flowers suki )Â
ââŠâ She couldnât even be abrupt or irritated with the interruption. âThank you.â She stepped to the individual, nameless but familiar ( as were all people, like artworks ) and narrowed her eyes. Where had she seen him before? â â Ah, yes. Making a name for herself online in photos and as a conduit for art love. âThatâs - very kind of you, and unnecessary.â Unnecessary it might be, but her hands still extended to take the bouquet, handling them even more gently than when she had brushed her hands against the first painting to chill her long ago. âHave we met before?â Even if they had, it was in Sukiâs nature to inquire.
Robbi stood with offering outstretched to the woman in front of her. She didnât expect her to stand or even say all that much. He knew her as a woman of few words and stern features. To Robbi sheâd always come across placid but troubled, the troubles coming from the stresses of running an auction house with the prestige that Isidore had. But the more she thought about the more she came to realise that she really didnât know the woman past what others had said about her and her own assumptions. Robbi knew it was unfair to just go off hearsay and assumptions so if given the chance he would happily get to know the woman better.Â
While she did love to keep herself busy, if the blonde wished he could have all the free time in the world. And that was probably the difference between her and most of the New York. It was a fast paced city and people were always on the move doing one thing or another. Robbi was always up to something in the least mischievous way possible, but the things that consumed her time were frivolous. He didnât have a company to run or much to worry about in daily life; the biggest stressor in her life for the most part was filter or no filter on some of her Instagram posts.Â
âOh theyâre very necessary, if not them then what they stand for.â Robbi said softly, not wanting to overstep in her disagreement. He couldnât help but notice how she took the flowers and how she held them with a certain gentleness that Robbi couldnât help but appreciate. Whenever Robbi went home to visit her parents she brought her mother something, she couldnât just go home empty handed. Whether it be food, wine or even just flowers she tended to brush off the attempted affection. He supposed the world was funny like that, all she wanted was a relationship with her parents that didnât feel as forced as it did; yet she had everything else to her disposal. The issue with that was if she complained it would seem as though she did not understand the privilege she had, yet not saying anything did make way for many restless nights.Â
âI would say we have, but it was all very informal-- In passing really, I donât even think I got a chance to introduce myself so I apologise for that.â The blonde said before offering his hand to the woman with a small bow of her head. Robbi was much more of a hugger but she knew when to tone herself down. He found himself in front of a very important woman and knew that a hand shake would suffice as a polite first greeting. âMy name is Robbi Guo, avid art collector and all around enthusiast. Itâs great to finally meet you properly, Miss Soo-Jinâ His grin was unwavering and per usual, just happy to be around a woman whoâd managed to maintain an establishment that had quickly become one of he bigger parts of his life.Â
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