Minnie POV
I looked at Sara standing at my door, her eyes wide, still in her night dress, hair sticking out in every direction like she had run straight from her bed to my house.
"What are you doing here, Sara?" I asked.
She came in and sat beside me, still in shock. I shook her shoulder. "Hey, breathe first."
She blinked hard and finally came back to her senses. "Minnie! Were your eyes closed while driving? How did you get hurt both your hand and leg?"
I frowned. "how do you even know about the accident?"
"Your mom called me this morning," she said dramatically. "She said, you met with an accident,' and I nearly dropped my phone and my sleep at the same time."
I sighed. "It's a long story, Sara."
She crossed her arms and leaned closer. "Good. Because I skipped breakfast, sleep, and common sense to come here. Now tell me every single detail- and don't you dare skip the part where you almost
died."
I groaned. "I did not almost die."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're injured and I'm here before 10 a.m. That already sounds serious."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But if I talk too long, you're feeding me."
"Deal." she said. "Drama first, food later."
I started telling her everything that happened yesterday-from the accident to meeting Uncle Parkar and Mia aunty. When I finally mentioned Will, the same guy I had met at the café, Sara froze for a second.
Then her eyes lit up.
"Wait... Who is Will?" she asked slowly.
I said. "That guy I met in a café."
She stared at me, then suddenly grinned. "Wow, Minnie. I think getting into an accident was actually a good thing."
I gasped. "Excuse me?"
"You met your crush again," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"He is not my crush," I snapped. "And stop smiling like that."
I added quickly, "He was the one who dropped me home."
Sara's mouth fell open. "WHAT? Really?"
"Yes," I said, rolling my eyes.
She grabbed my arm carefully. "Okay, hold on. Cold café guy, family introduction, and personal drop service? This is not normal."
"It was just a responsibility," I argued. "That's all."
She leaned back with a smug smile. "Sure. Responsibility that comes with eye contact and special attention."
"There was no eye contact," I protested.
She laughed. "Minnie, please. Men don't drop girls home unless they care-or unless they're secretly heroes."
I sighed. "He didn't even smile."
"That's worse," she said seriously. "Cold guys are dangerous."
I frowned. "Dangerous how?"
"Dangerous to your heart," she replied, dramatically placing a hand on her chest.
I threw a pillow at her. "You're impossible."
She laughed. "And you're in trouble."
Sara crossed her arms and looked at me like a detective who had just found her main suspect. "Okay. Start again," she said. "Slowly. And don't skip anything."
"There's nothing to skip," I replied.
"Liar," she said immediately. "How did he look when he saw you hurt?"
I paused. "Normal."
She leaned closer. "Define normal."
"...Concerned," I admitted.
She gasped loudly. "CONCERNED?"
"It was basic human decency," I said quickly.
"Basic human decency does not include dropping a girl home," she argued. "Did he at least talk to you?"
"Only when necessary.
She smiled wider. "Cold. Classic."
I sighed. "Sara, he didn't even smile."
She nodded seriously. "That's his problem. Smiling would've made you fall faster."
"Fall for what?" I snapped.
"For him," she said calmly.
I grabbed a pillow and hit her lightly. "Stop it."
She laughed. "Okay, last question."
I groaned. "What now?"
"When he dropped you home... did he wait until you went inside?"
I froze.
Sara pointed at me. "You paused. That means yes.'
"...Maybe," I muttered.
She squealed, careful not to shake me. "MINNIE. That's it. He cares."
"No, he doesn't," I said firmly. "He just felt guilty."
She shrugged. "Guilt, concern, care-same starting point."
I stared at the ceiling. "Nothing is going to happen."
She smiled softly. "That's what makes it interesting."
I hated that she might be right.
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't told Sara about the message from Will's mom. She had texted me today, asking how my injury was. She had taken my number earlier, and I still didn't understand why she trusted a stranger like me so easily. I pushed the thought aside and continued talking with Sara. Soon, my mom brought us breakfast, thanked Sara for coming, and left for the office. The rest of the day passed quietly as we ate together, talked endlessly, and watched movies and series.
Will POU
Nova called me to attend an online meeting. Staying at home all day was getting boring, so I asked him if there was any work or updates from the office. He told me about a meeting I could attend online. I joined it, finished it, and closed my laptop.
I sat on the sofa, trying to relax. Without warning, Minnie crossed my mind-whether she was resting properly or not. I frowned. Why was I even thinking about her?
To clear my head, I went downstairs. Mom was sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. I sat beside her, my face calm, hiding the thoughts I didn't want to face.
Mom muted the movie and glanced at me. "Did you eat properly today?" she asked casually.
"Yes," I replied.
She nodded, then spoke again, her tone light but thoughtful. "I messaged Minnie this morning. She's still in pain."
I didn't react. "Okay."
Mom turned toward me. "Why don't you check on her? Just a call. Make sure she's resting."
I frowned slightly. "You already did."
"Yes," she said, "but it would be better if it came from you."
I leaned back against the sofa. "There's no need. She'll recover soon, and I don't have her number," replied, already turning my attention back to the screen.
Mom studied my face for a moment and picked up her phone. "I'll send it to you. You are the reason she got hurt, Will. The least you can do is ask how she's doing."
I took the phone from her and saved the number without looking up. "I'll ask," I said quietly, my tone calm and controlled, but a small part of me couldn't help wondering if she was resting properly. I leaned back into the sofa, pretending indifference, though my mind kept drifting to her.
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Author Note
Will text Minnie... or he stay cold as ever? Find out in the next chapter!
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