WHO: Helena and Boyd; EDIT: now with more Vlad! WHAT: Run in! Awkwardness! Thinly veiled jealousy! The good stuff. WHERE: P3 WHEN: Sometime after this, early evening WARNINGS:None, per usual. EDIT: Who knows. Vlad's pretty mad.
Insanely curious, that’s what Helena was. She wasn’t sure what had been going on lately but the usual anonymous rumor mill wasn’t doing anything to squash her curiosity. But she knew Vlad was involved somehow, that much was blatantly obvious, and she made note to ask him about it when she saw him next.
The opportunity came sooner than she thought. Peter was busy, again, but she didn’t mind the last minute change to their dinner plans. This was a perfect opportunity to pay Vlad a visit. Her last had emboldened her, so much that she didn’t even think twice about going upstairs. Nor did she consider messaging or calling to see if he was busy. If he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there. But this would be a surprise. A pleasant one, she hoped.
As soon as she came to the door she knocked twice and smoothed down the folds of her clothes. And even though hardly any time had passed at all, she knocked again. She was eager. It couldn’t be helped.