mostly dry, partly wet

Well, what to do... She's been in her bathroom for a few minutes, not a sound. Probably shouldn't put any pressure on her. Watson went back to the sink. He had figured out at this point how to fix it; it took him five minutes to twist a few screws and replace a washer or two.

Ten minutes gone now. Still no sounds. He went over to the door and put his ear up against it. He could hear steady breathing on the other side. "Rina, I fixed the sink, I'm going to fix the bit of dry-wall. Where is it? I don't see a hole anywhere."

A few seconds, and then "It's... It's in my room."

"Can I go inside? You got any secrets in there?"

"No! I mean... hold on I'm coming."

The door opened, and a red-faced post-cry sad Korean girl walked out. She barely looked at him and walked the short distance to her bedroom door and opened it. She led him inside her room to the left of her bed, right behind her bedside table, to the hole in the wall. Watson walked in, he noticed the clothes she left on the ground, but it obviously didn't bother him. He moved her bedside table; the hole looked like it had been there for a while, most likely before she moved. She began picking up the clothes on the ground and putting them away.

"Do you know how this got here?"

"No...it was there when I moved in. I put the table there, so I didn't have to look at it."

The mood had changed since she came out of her bathroom. It was calm and fragile. She seemed to have reached the deepest level of her embarrassment and thrown up her arms in apathy. He saw me run off like a child and probably heard me crying on the ground because we kissed. There's nothing worse that could ever happen. I might as well be dead. I've died. I'm dead. Goodbye everyone everywhere. Rina says goodbye. She sat on the ground again and crossed her arms, she rested her chin on her forearms and watched him fiddle with the hole.

"So...What uh--"

"I'm sorry okay!"

He smiled at her, "It's okay, it was your first time. Maybe a little weird that you ran off, but not a big deal."

"Oh my god." She collapsed her forehead into her knees and sat in the fetal position. Watson looked on with sympathy. She was so cute. He sat down next to her and waited for her to pick her head up and look at him.

"Give me a hug."

"A hug?"

"Yeah a hug. Maybe a kiss was too much. Let's take a step back."

She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. He came from underneath and cupped her body with his arms. She rested her neck on his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief. She felt safe. She felt secure. Her anxiety and fear melted away into Watsons chest. They stayed still for a whole minute (a long time in hugging terms). Watson waited for her to release him and return to herself.

"That was nice..." she smiled under her breath.

"You smell nice." He made her blush. “Okay I'm going to fix this hole now."

"Yes okay."

He began cutting out sections and scraping concrete and applying tape. Rina looked on curiously, like he was casting a spell or performing ancient magic lost to the modern world.

"So... You have sisters?"

"Yeah, two of them. Camile and Cary."

"What are they like?"

"Camile is, hm, Camile is sort of like a fairie?"

"A what?"

"Um, you've seen peter pan?"

"Yes, when I was a child."

"Okay so Camile is sort of like tinker bell in peter pan."

"She's 2 inches tall?"

"Haha no. She's thin and whispy and has very light blonde hair."

"What is whispy? Stop using all these strange words. I don't speak English you know."

"Whispy is like--she sort of just floats around and does what she wants without any care in the world. She doesn't seem to be affected by much."

"Okay, I think I understand. And Cary?"

"Cary is sort of goth slash emo."

"Oh yes, I think I've seen that girl."

"Yeah, a lot of tattoos."

"Yes. Is she sad?"

"Haha, not more than anyone else our age I don't think."

"Not more? Are you sad, Watson?"

"I mean sometimes. Not now."

"Not now?"

"Not when I'm around you." Rina blushed and felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside her belly.

"Me too... I like being around you too, Watson."

"Okay! I think this wall is done."

"Wow, already?"

"Well, it has to sit overnight. Tomorrow it'll change color and set and get hard. I can come over again and paint if you like?"

"I... I would like that, yes..."

"Was there something else you wanted me to fix?"

"Um there were a few more things, yes, but... instead of that, do you want me to cook us dinner? My parents would not forgive me if I let you leave hungry."

"Oh, but they would forgive me for being here?"

"Yes, well, a guest must eat."