kai angel

It had long since gotten dark in the studio. Nastya was sitting on the couch, scrolling through messages on her phone.

Nastya: Dim, we have an interview tomorrow at two. Then we have filming right away. I sent you the address.

There was no response.

She looked up. Dima was standing opposite her, clearly preoccupied with something other than his schedule.

Nastya: - Are you even listening to me?

Dima: - Of course.

Nastya: - Then what did I say?

He chuckled.

Dima: - The interview is at two. I've remembered everything.

Nastya: - Then why are you looking at me like that?

Dima: - Just looking.

Nastya: - You're acting strange today.

Dima: - I'm always like this.

Nastya shook her head and buried her face in her phone again.

A few seconds later, a glass of coffee appeared next to her.

Nastya: - Is this for me?

Dima: - For you.

Nastya: - I didn’t ask.

Dima: - I know.

She looked at him a little more closely.

Nastya: - You've been too caring lately.

Dima froze for a second.

Dima: - Don't like it?

Nastya: - I didn’t say that.

Their gazes met. Silence fell for a few seconds.

Dima was the first to look away.

Dima: - Drink your coffee before it gets cold.

Nastya chuckled quietly.

Nastya: - Okay.

She didn’t notice how Dima smiled faintly, turning away.

He tried too hard to hide his feelings.

And more and more often he was unable to do this.