DRABBLE-fic; oc: anka arthurs & oc: giulia quigley (🌾📀); just-pre-adult-timeline.
• if you wonder what is that, i do too.
• fun fact, i left in the text enough of hints that were noticed by anka to make a guess about identity of giulia with understanding of misty's ways. there is 3 hints. you can play a minigame and guess!
this morning anka woke up with the feeling of something inevitably coming her way.
it was a rare guest in her chest, and unwelcomed one too. anka was too accustomed to her steady average life to welcome such premonition.
but even as she brushed the feeling away, making sip of her morning coffee, anka knew - something is just about to happen.
and most likely with her.
as the day stretches on, anka almost forget about the itchy feeling that appeared in her chest, losing herself in the usual routines - clean the instruments forgotten last night; go to the lab to get the blood test results and leave within twenty minutes, refusing a cup of coffee, tea or anything stronger from chatterboxes of laboratory assistants; finish the report on yesterday's autopsy, etc.
so when anka walks into her usual cheap cafe a couple of blocks from the hospital just before the lunch, anka hardly remembers the premotition at all.
too bad, because even if anka forgot that fate had plans for her today, fate didn't care.
the ringing of the bell over the door, the quick tapping of low heels and the dull sound of a collision.
they barely touch shoulders, a girl's voice says a short "sorry," and anka notices a shock of light curly hair before the bell over the door rings again and the girl disappears behind the glass doors of the cafe.
anka blinks and with the corner of her eye she sees the shine of something on the floor.
she bends down, her fingers barely touching the floor, and scoops the object into her palm.
straightening up, she opens her hand and in the middle of her palm, dimly gleaming in the artificial lighting of the cafe, there is a ring.
nothing too fancy, but too simple and elegant, for just a trinket. so anka steps back to the door, glancing outside.
the streets are gradually filling up with people pouring out of their offices onto the streets during lunch.
but anka doesn't notice anything resembling the girl's curly head of hair.
after thinking for a moment, with a quiet sigh, Anka puts the ring in the pocket of her coat and turns away from the door towards the counter.
the cafe is almost empty, the air is filled with neutral background music. the last minutes of morning slumber before the bustle of midday.
the girl behind the counter counts a couple of small bills in her hands, but when anka approaches she hides them in her apron.
"do you know who that girl just came out?" anka asks calmly, pulling a polite and small smile onto her lips.
"girl?" sarah - according to the badge on her chest - looks at the door, falling silent for a few moments. "oh yeah, giulia..."
and then in record time anka gets giulia's address and a description of her as a 'funny gal'.
so anka just sighs, leaving her order and heading to the table in the corner near the window.
well. the universe beat anka arthurs, 1 - 0.
today, she runs away from work a little earlier than usual, and instead of going home, in the evening, anka drives to the address given to her.
the residential area greets her with a couple of already bright windows and cozy silence.
anka closes the door of her car with a dull bang.
early spring keeps the air cool, and anka wraps herself in her coat, wincing slightly. she never liked the cold... well, any, except for the one that reigned in the morgue.
her steps are quiet, dry lips are pressed into a thin line when anka raises her hand over the doorbell, pressing the button.
not even a minute passes when the door opens.
the sterile clean smell from the house tickles anka's nose when her ice-blue eyes land with a lazy look on the girl in front of her.
curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, lightly tinted eyelashes, lip gloss on her lips, and anka can smell a faint scent of perfume.
"wou't you come in, miss arthurs?" giulia smiles, without greeting or introduction, blinking her eyelashes.
anka notices how the smile forms charming dimples on the girl's cheeks.
"you know who i am?" anka arches an eyebrow, her voice is as raspy and low as ever, with a barely perceptible note of surprise.
but giulia is not even shy.
"but of course!" she smiles a little wider, briefly shaking her head, causing her curls to bounce. "you were the most beautiful woman in the dinner, and i was very lonely..."
giulia looks down and playfulness fills her smile. "so i thought 'tonight i will have an adventure! i will make the acquaintance of the distinguished doctor arthurs!'"
"how do you know my name?" anka hums briefly and slightly squintes her eyes, not trying to hide the amused grin barely noticeable lying in the corners of her lips.
"it was not difficult to find out." giulia shrugs her shoulder, but there is something proud in her eyes.
"how did you know i wouldn't run off with your ring?" the older woman crosses her arms over her chest, and even if her eyes are half-lidded, her gaze as attentive as ever.
"i took that chance," giulia giggles and returns her gaze back to anka's face and, biting her lower lip, slightly tilting her chin down, leaving an innocent look in her sly blue eyes. "...are you angry?"
"no, i am not angry," anka chuckles lowly, but the sound is more like an exhalation. she shrugs and, hiding her hands in the pockets of her coat, leans her shoulder on the doorframe. "if some kind fate wishes to send me a beautiful lady to dine with me, i can only be grateful..."
the woman pauses, as if thinking, before continuing, slightly tilting her head to the side and winking. "you will do me a honor, won't you madame?"
the girl's eyes light up with delight.
"i shall be delighted!" giulia smiles from ear to ear, and as soon as anka silently points at the car with her palm, giulia lightning fast grabs her purse from the pof near the entrance and her jacket from the hook, smiling at anka and heading towards the car with an easy gait.
anka arches her eyebrows, but only silently shakes her head, closing the door to the house and slowly heading towards her car as well.
anka takes her phone out of her coat pocket. misty's contact appears without a hitch. her fingers type a message with quick, practiced movements.
"your brat trying to flirt with me. and i guess i am taking her out, so maybe she even succeeds. waiting for you." ::
the next text is the adress of a cafe.
anka smirks quietly, looking at the absurdity of her own message, and with a quiet sigh, the phone slides back into her pocket.
the universe tied with anka arthurs at 1 - 1.
:: "Anka Audrey Arthurs what does that supposed to mean?!")
• @logansdogmotif 's oc!!
• yes, i use conversations from old tt sounds, so WHAT-
