Chapter 135: The Practical Joke
Two weeks later, Levi’s Flat.
Levi wasn’t oblivious to the Change in Sam. A change that had started after she had a girls’ night with Janet, Lisa, Elle, and his ’ex-girlfriend’ Lea, nearly two weeks ago.
The changes included the constant texting, the lunch out of work. Or the noticeable cosmetics on her face, the scent of perfume and hair products, and her wearing dresses and heels at work. Which normally, she could not be bothered with.
He could still recall her wearing pajamas, and bunny slippers the first day he saw her in the main Lab. So, Levi did mind. He didn’t like Change, and she was changing at a dramatic speed. It reminded him of what Marco said before, weeks previous after their so-called #theKiss. They were having their usual banter after work regarding his relationship with the redhead. "Things are bound to change," Marco told him, and Levi dreaded that that Change was coming.
But what he found most annoying about that Change was her coming late to their Game night.
"Sorry about that." Sam apologized, entering and hanging her newly bought coat, with an alarming shade of red that matched her lips. Levi’s eyes narrowed at her dangerously, something she didn’t see. He had smelt her before she even entered, reminding him of his sister Anna. "You were on a date." he sneered.
She was on a date again, he thought.
Sam simply ignored his comment and took off her heels, diving on the couch and raising her tired feet, relieved to be out of the contraption. Why she wore it for hours was beyond him, she was not complacent, at all, and that Change he didn’t like. "Tea?" She asked, "I’m done; thank you." Levi replied, annoyance clear in his voice. She could clearly see the empty teacup on the centre table. "I could use one." She said, walking to the kitchen bare feet.
She was clearly tired, massaging her neck and stretching her back while she waited for the water to boil in the kitchen. Even though he said no, she still made a cup for him and placed it across him. Levi glared at her, he could smell not only her perfume, but there was another scent mixed around her. It was the scent of a man’s cologne.
Levi loosened his tie, subconsciously clenching his jaw. "You’ve been late twice," he complained, not at all afraid to verbalize his discontent at her. "I would’ve been late only once if you didn’t insist the other day when I told you I have another appointment." Sam reasoned, too tired to have a row.