Nodding her head, Dee replied, “No, worries. Take your time.” In his absence, Dee turned back to the wall of instruments and equipment that made sense to just about everyone else who walked into the store except for her. She had been wondering for a while whether she should pick up a new hobby since her superiors were up her behind, commenting on all the time she put in at the hospital. Dilara obviously didn’t mind it, in fact she preferred it, but every year they tried to talk her down from her ‘madness’ as if her love for work was outrageous. Luckily, all they could really do was make sure she followed regulations - which she did - and the rest was up to her.
She’d been wanting to get her things in order though. Age was slowly creeping, and while forty one was nowhere near what she considered old, there was only so much left for her to accomplish. Reading and painting took up the little time that Dilara had to herself, but if she worked a more regular schedule then she’d have more than enough time to learn new things. An instrument for example. Which one would take longer to come to her. “Take your time.” Dee replied to Roman when he returned, not too worried about what was happening at the moment though she did turn back to face his side of the store.
In the twenty-something odd years that the two had technically known one another, Dee was never able to tell when Roman was being serious and when he was merely joking. His comment now seemed a bit on the serious side, but he couldn’t really just despite everyone who worked for him. That wasn’t logical, was it? “Oh, um-” she had to think about it for a moment, as Dilara tended to disconnect emotions from her place of work all together, “I guess so. Although, I wouldn’t say I work with them very often - if even at all.” It was always the people she saw the least that got under her skin, “My previous director was definitely a test on my patience, but as they say ‘kill them with kindness’.” she said, letting out a brief laugh.
