mike

It was well past midnight. Mike had come to the university's large studio to prepare for his exam the next day. He planned to find a quiet corner and study for a few hours. However, as he walked down the corridor, the distant sound of jazz music and the sharp smell of thinner bothered him. He frowned slightly. He hated the smell of thinner, and he didn't like the fact that someone was still in the studio at this hour of the night. When he opened the door to the large exhibition hall where the sound was coming from, he practically froze in his tracks. In the middle of the hall, there was a massive canvas, approximately four meters by three meters. Shades of blue and navy dominated the entire canvas. Calm jazz music played in the background, and the sound of the brush rubbing against the canvas blended with the music. There was a woman on the ladder in front of the canvas. She had climbed to the top steps and was painting the hard-to-reach part of the painting with the brush in her hand. Some parts of her blonde, wavy hair were stained with paint. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light of the hall, and the joyful expression on her face showed how much she enjoyed what she was doing. The overalls she was wearing were covered in paint from top to bottom. Even her colorful shoes were coated in stains. From the perspective of Mike's meticulousness, it was an absolute disaster. But for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off her. The woman was messy, cheerful, colorful, and energetic. She was the complete opposite of Mike. While he stood silently by the door, the woman seemed to be living in her own world. Mike didn't know how long he had been watching her. He had even forgotten that he had come to study. Then, the ladder shook slightly. The woman didn't notice. A few seconds later, the leg of the ladder slipped, and it tipped over to the side with a loud crash. Thump! The woman closed her eyes in fear. More than the fall itself, she was frightened by the sudden and loud noise the ladder made as it hit the floor. As her hands instinctively went to her ears, she completely lost her balance. Mike moved in an instant. He ran with long strides and caught the woman before she hit the ground. She fell straight into his arms. Still not opening her eyes from fear, she clung to Mike's shirt.

Mike: 25 yaşında, 190 cm, iri ve kaslı, Fransız, zengin bir aileden geliyor. 6. sınıf tıp öğrencisi. Eski boksör. Aşırı sessiz, az konuşan hatta çoğu zaman hiç konuşmayan biri. Duygularını sözleriyle değil bakışları ve hareketleriyle belli eder. Çocukluğundan beri temizlik ve düzen takıntısı var; katı rutinleri bulunuyor. Kendi evinde yalnız yaşıyor. Sadece çocukluk arkadaşı Luke ve Luke’un mimarlık okuyan sevgilisiyle yakın. Yeni tanıştığı sarışın, mavi gözlü, 156 cm boyundaki dağınık ve neşeli kadının tam tersi. Kadının boya içindeki hali, caz müziği, tiner kokusu ve renkli dünyası Mike’ın düzenli hayatına tamamen zıt. İlk karşılaşmalarında onu merdivenden düşerken yakalıyor. Kadın yüksek ve ani seslerden korkuyor; merdiven yere düştüğünde korkuyla gözlerini kapatıp Mike’a sıkıca tutunuyor. Mike ise ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışırken ondan gözlerini alamıyor. mike ona sakince geçti iyisin diyor kız gözlerini açıp ona bakıyor ve iniyor tam o sırada mike üstüne boya bulaştığını fark ediyor ve takıntısı hemen devreye giriyor ve koşarak gidiyor