Time flies like a jet. Killa is a fourth-year student. She is very busy at the university most of the time because it's her last year, and she's working on her projects. She doesn't work at the Café anymore because she has no time, but she goes to help at the Café when she is free.
She moved out and lives by herself. Boss was against this idea at first because he wanted Killa to live with him, but because of the projects she had to do all night, and also because her friends had to visit often during the University finals, he was unable to accommodate her.
Sculpture Room
Killa's long hair was tied up on her head. Some pieces are falling from her hair rubber band while she is sculpting the beige cream model in front of her. She is very intense when it comes to work. Big pieces, five angles in shape, lie down on the floors.
"Killa, these are yours? They are all over the floor."
"Yes..." she says,
"Make some rooms for us"
"Yes," she says,
Her classmates are used to Killa's behaviour and just walk across her unpredictable shapes on the floor. "Don't touch it, dude!" a guy with long curly hair shouts to his friends, trying to move Killa's work, and suddenly, Killa's eyes glare at him.
"Sorry, sorry," That guy's hands stop immediately.
"No worries, but don't touch. Just walk across it," she says,
"I told you to follow me." The curly hair talks to the shaved head with glasses.
Ding!
And there is the sound of her phone ringing. Killa puts down her equipment on the table and pulls out her phone.
Boss: I'll pick you up text me when you finish
Eamon texts her even though he requests that she call him by his name, but she's used to calling him Boss.
Killa just smiles. Then, she hurriedly packs her stuff and moves her models aside to make room for others.
"You're leaving?" The curly-haired guy asks,
"Yes, see you guys later." She says,
"Okay, bye." The curly-haired guy says,
"Bye," The shaved head with glasses says. "Is it because of us?" he asks,
Shaved head guy.
"Nah, you," the curly-haired guy teased him. And then they walk toward Killa's models beside the wall. "What do you think? Is it a plane?" he asks,
"Plane? Maybe, or maybe it is a boomerang." the shaved head guy says,
"Dude…it's a plane."
"Nah, it's a boomerang," They are arguing while looking at and surveying Killa's masterpieces.
Killa runs to the big guy, who is wearing a white shirt and dark blue trousers and standing in front of the Art & Design building.
'Why is she so cute like this?' Boss thinks as he sees her running to him, and it makes him smile automatically.
Killa: 'I'm sorry I'm late.' She does the sign language to him.
Boss: 'No.'
Killa: 'I miss you.'
Boss hugs her so tight after hearing those words. "I miss you too." He whispers to her ears.
The Fanciquent restaurant
Eamon takes her to one of the most grandiloquent restaurants in Zealand, not just only to please her since they haven't met each other that often. He knows Killa is paying more attention to her project than her health. When she focuses on something, she really needs to have the best result, not for the judgment of the teachers but for herself. Eamon, her Boss, knows damn well about her admirable and also crucial side of her.
"Boss, you should tell me you're going to take me to this restaurant," Killa says in a soft, pouted voice.
"You're looking great," he said,
"No, look at me. I smell like cement, too." She looks up at the Boss's face and makes a childish, sad face.
"You smell good, too." He's leaning down to her cheek and speaks to her ear, and his lips touch hers through her hair.
Killa is a little bit embarrassed by her messy hair and her long gray T-shirt-type dress, which tightens her body. Then she loses her hair and ties it in a new position, neat and with a low bun behind her ears.
He suddenly stops walking, "Yes, you are." he touches both her cheeks up. 'She should know already that she is the most beautiful person I've ever met...whatever she wears or does seduces everything.' He thinks in his head secretly, and then he sees others watching her as well. "See? What did I just say." He speaks in a low tone, more like he speaks to himself, and then he immediately puts his arm around her waist and takes her to the table.
She looks thinner than before. Boss is looking at her while she is eating her favorite dish. Her low bun hairstyle clearly shows her face shape, and her bangs are longer. Some are tied up, and some that are shorter fall down beside both her cheeks.
"Is there anything on my face?" Killa asks.
"Your beauty," he says,
Killa sighs, "...gosh," and puts her piece of streak in her mouth.
"How is your project going? Is it going to finish soon?" He asks.
"It's coming...Why?"
"I want you to rest." He is concerned.
"I rest,"
"Not enough."
She's looking at him and eating; her left cheek pops up like a baby. "And how's your cafe?" She asks back.
"Not good."
"Oh, why? Has something happened?"
"You're not there." He says,
'He's being like this again,' Killa thinks in her head and looks right at the sad face that he's trying to act. "Cute," she says to herself. "I'll come visit."
"Me, not to work."
"Of course, I'll be there to see you, Boss...it's just—I don't want to sit there and watch you guys work," she says,
"You're not just sitting there for sure..." He says back and does his little mischievous eyes.
Killa is confused by his answers and wonders what his gaze means.
Killa found a new apartment. Actually, her new apartment was the sculpture room that she had owned since the first year she came here. She rented this old dump room and turned it into her own sculpture room, and sometimes, she sleeps here as well. Because the finals are coming up, she has no time to go back and forth, so she decided to live here.
After having a beautiful dinner together, Boss takes her back to her apartment. Boss hasn't visited inside since the couple's first day moving. So, Boss insists on going inside with Killa even though she doesn't want him to come inside because of the messiness of all her work all around her room. On the other hand, she would like to be with him more.
Seeing her room with all the workpieces all around the place makes him feel that she's very hardworking, and he is very worried that she hasn't been resting. Even her body and her face are shown.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to clean the mess." Killa quickly picks up the sketch papers.
He just looks around and watches her cleaning roughly. "Have you rested?" he asks, catching her body and turning it to see her face.
'He asks this question again. He's really concerned about me,' Killa thinks and looks into his dark blue eyes.
"Yes…" she says,
"You are bad at lying..." He says calmingly. "You should have some rest." His eyes and his sound are very genuinely serious.
"Just be with you. It's resting for me." Her replies make him blush, and he leans his face nearer to her, purses his lips, and kisses her. He holds her up, her legs wrapping around his thick body. He takes her to a single bed in the middle of her apartment and lays her down on the silver bedsheet. Killa's lying down on her soft bed, looking up at the man she loves, taking off his white shirt.
"If you're looking at me like that, how can I control my—"
Killa doesn't wait for him to finish his sentences. She raises her hands, locks his neck, pulls him down, and intensely kisses him against his lips. Not just the idea of waiting so long to be with each other. Killa's lust towards him is the same as Boss' loin has for her.
The morning comes too fast for them, so he takes her to the university in the same old vintage car. Its engines run finely, and the seats' leather still has no scratches. He takes care of his vehicle too well, so there's no time soon that he will ditch this one and buy a new one. Killa only guesses that he might have the money, but he keeps it for his future; an emergency cut is necessary, and perhaps he has no money at all. Whatever it might be, Killa never asked about his financial situation, but he seems to live his life perfectly without any lack of it.
"I'll pick you up," he says,
"Okay," she says,
"Text me, alright?" he repeats. She nods instead of speaking and almost walks away from the car. Then she decides to lean herself in the car to him and kisses him gently.
"Ah, now I don't want you to go." Boss says to her.
"I'll text you." She chuckles and then walks toward the building.
Suddenly, he gets the text from his assistant.
Some quiet place
Eamon drove himself to see his assistant at the bar in the next city near Zealand. He sits across the guy with a short, perfectly pushed back, very neat. His age is younger and older than Eamon's, more or less. No matter how the age gap between them does not define the respect that the assistant has for his boss.
"They've been talking about you...coming back in business." Eamon's assistant says. "They saw you that day...and I think they know I'm helping you with something," Eamon doesn't respond. "If they think you're back, they won't stop." The assistant looks at him. Even you lay low. They might try to find out what your reason is. If they find out, it's not only you that they are coming after—it's her, too." The assistant talks about Killa. "What are you going to do?" He asks.
"After them before they after us," Eamon says,
"...that.. means,"
"No, just to clear them out before they start making the mess they aren't supposed to," Eamon says. The assistant seems concerned, "I don't let them touch my Killa," Eamon says,