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Part 7

Fatma: Okay, you can continue.

Kıvılcım started looking down at her fingers while continuing to explain to Fatma.

Kıvılcım: Obviously, we got into an altercation... it got heated, which caused him to back me up against the wall. (Kıvılcım hesitated for a second before saying the rest) There was a pause Fatma.

Fatma: What pause?

Kıvılcım: Before he kissed me. A moment where he asked me should he back away. But God punish me, it was like my tongue got cut off. I couldn't speak and he kissed me.

Fatma looks at Kıvılcım curiously.

Fatma: You didn't push him away?

Kıvılcım: I wanted to but I just couldn't get myself to push him and did even worse...

Kıvılcım stopped speaking, looking embarrassed about what she's about to say.

Fatma: What did you do?

Kıvılcım but her lower lip in embarrassment.

Kıvılcım: I kissed him back.

Fatma jumps up screaming. Kıvılcım is stunned.

Kıvılcım: Fatma, what are you doing? You've embarrassed us both.

Fatma: I don't care. I knew this was going to happen. Tell me what happened next.

Kıvılcım: I had to pull back, because it seemed like Ömer bey's mind was too clouded. I pulled away wanting to stop this nonsense, tell him what we were doing was wrong. But before I could speak, Mavi came bursting into the room.

Fatma: Eyvah!

Kıvılcım: yes, eyvah. We froze not knowing what to do and I could see the confusion in Mavi's eyes. Gosh Fatma, I moved away, grabbed her hand so quickly and left the room. I didn't need her to think about what was going on any longer and I surely didn't want to traumatize a four year old.

Fatma lay back in her seat, not knowing what to say. She start accessing the situation in her head. A few minutes later she comes to a conclusion.

Fatma: Wait a minute. You spent the last day not leaving the room, saying that work had piled up. I knew it was a lie because when it comes to work I'm the one that let it get piled up, not you. You and Ömer did not speak at all, compared to the previous day where you were hooked in conversation. Why do I get the feeling you two haven't talked about this.

Kıvılcım (mumbling): Because his been avoiding me.

Fatma: and so are you. (Fatma move next to Kıvılcım and place her hand on top of hers) You're not one too avoid anything. What's going on hayatım?

Kıvılcım lift her head, her eyes meeting Fatma's. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Because the truth was right there. Raw and undeniable.

Kıvılcım: He... he saw through me, Fatma. Just like that. I didn't even know him a month ago. He crashes into my life, quite literally... and now he's consuming my thoughts. I can't stop thinking about how safe I felt... in that moment... in the chaos of it all.

Fatma: So what are you going to do?

Kıvılcım: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We barely know each other. And he's... too much.

Metehan sat at his workstation, a pencil held between his fingers, but he hadn't touched the drafting paper in over fifteen minutes. His brow was furrowed, lips pursed in thought. He kept glancing at his phone, then to the floor, then out the window.

Ömer, who had just walked in from a site visit, paused mid-step as he noticed the change in energy. Normally, Metehan was focused, confident, a bit cocky even, but now... something was off.