#circund

Warnings: swearing

The weather forecast woman forgot about the sand storm. Circe was just wandering around when she saw all her neighbours locking up in their houses. "What's going on?" she asked some boy passing her by in run. He just waved his hand in the direction of the main road and ran into his house and slammed the door. Circe looked at the horizon and literally froze. She saw a huge dust cloud coming. "No..." she said to herself. "No fucking way..." But the cloud was closer. "No!" now she was running. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her house was on the other side of the town, there was no way she could get in before the cloud reaches her. And all the houses around were locked; she wasn't a popular person among her neighbours anyway. "Shit!" "Circe, here!" Somebody opened the door. Yes! She ran inside feeling hot, desert wind on her face. The door closed. She turned around. "Thanks for-- Oh no." It was Vidcund. He, of all the people! Why heavens were so cruel for her? "What? I've just saved you. You wished it was for example Annie*?" Circe rolled her eyes. "Annie's okay. I just... you..." "Mhm? Go on," he crossed his arms. "Glad I see you, too." She sighed. "Thanks for this. Okay?" "Yeah. How's Loki?" he changed the subject, splitting this name like it was poisoned. "I'm planning to throw him out." "Seriously? Why?" "Because he's an asshole? And brutal?" "You mean... he hit you?" She laughed bitterly and showed him a big, purple bruise on her right cheek, covered by hair. "Oh my gosh," whispered Vidcund. "Son of a bitch." "Hadn't noticed." "But beating own wife?! He's a psychopath!" Circe sighed. "That's why I wanna divorce him. It's time." "Well..." Vidcund blushed a little, "may I invite you for a coffee?" "What?" "Coffee. You know, brown liquid served with milk and sug--" "I know what coffee is! I just... Wait, you're inviting me for a date?" "Um, noo..." he looked away and his whole face turned red, "yes." Circe rolled her eyes. "I'm married, man!" "Yet." "But I am!" "If you don't want to..." "The problem is, I want to! I mean..." she realized what she'd just said, "eh, okay. Maybe tomorrow morning? I have a day off." "Fine." And it was the most happy "fine" Circe's ever heard.