"You called me, Miss Sang," he told her not knowing what to make of this girl. He was currently waiting in his and Sean's office for the doctor to get back from his class.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said again feeling bad. "I didn't mean to."
"How did you come by calling me then?" he asked her. Noticing her hesitation he pressed on. "Is something the matter? Is VOLTO acting up?" His heart raced at the possibility of another attack so soon after the last one.
"Oh no, nothing like that," she reassured him. "I was feeling frustrated and must have hit the platform just right that it somehow called you." She looked down feeling bad for disturbing him. He was so much more intimidating than the other boys. She felt small and insignificant in front of his cold gray eyes.
"Why were you feeling frustrated?" he asked her a new type of concern growing even though he was thankful it wasn't VOLTO that had her contacting him.
"I just have a lot of questions about things and the internet is only giving me more questions," she explained her problem briefly.
"You can ask me and I will try my best to answer any of your questions," he told her surprising both of them with his offer.
"Are you sure? I have a lot."
"I'm sure."
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When Sean came back from his unruly Japanese class the last thing he expected to walk in on was Owen answering question after question from a certain not-so-virtual girl. Well maybe not the last thing but pretty darn close.
Some questions he had to make sure to hold in his laughter at as he situated himself at his desk and others were so heart wrenching he wanted to drag Victor over to the factory so that he could give Sang a hug.
"What does the sun feel like?" she asked Owen. He was reclined back in his chair looking much more relaxed than he normally was.
"It's hard to explain but I will try. It is very bright, so bright that it hurts to look directly at it. But standing in sunlight feels like a warm blanket being wrapped around your skin."
The final bell rang out dismissing the students and teachers alike. Sang's eyes widened at the sound.
"I'm so sorry. I've kept you busy when you probably had work to do," she sounded devastated at the aspect. Well, Sean couldn't stand that.
"Don't worry Pookie all you did was save Owen from another stuffy, boring, routine filled day." She giggled again at the ridiculous nickname.
"It was a pleasure talking to you," Owen told her honestly.
"Thank you, it was nice to have someone to talk to." Both men froze in that second realizing the same thing. The boys and they had taken to contacting her whenever they felt like it. They could talk to each other as well others whenever they wanted but she was stuck. She depended on them for any communication. In that moment they both realized how lonely she must be, all by herself stuck in a tower all day.
"Miss Sang, feel free to contact us anytime."
"You better, Pookie, or else," Sean threatened dramatically making her giggle again. She nodded in the affirmative before ending the call.
The two men gathered their things and headed off campus. Since it was Friday all the boys would be heading to their apartment for a team dinner. They normally all ate together or at least in groups but Friday was a more formal affair. They rotated who cooked though Sean was left out of the rotation for good reason. This week it was the Taylor brothers turn to cook.
They arrived last due to traffic and headed in. The others were already setting the table. Luke informed them the food was almost ready. Owen sat down as Gabriel arranged the silverware around all the plates. Everyone else joined them as Luke and North moved the food onto the table. Looking around Owen realized that there was ten place settings instead of nine.
"Hey Sang," he heard Gabriel say. He found him holding Victor's computer in his hand. He arranged the computer screen facing the table at the tenth unoccupied place setting. "We were just sitting down to eat."
"Hi, everyone!" she greeted cheerfully. Owen let a small smile slip at the thoughtfulness of his team. She looked overjoyed to be included. They all started piling food onto their plates.
"What's that?" she asked the nearby Luke pointing to the mountain of mashed potatoes forming on his plate.
"These are my famous loaded mashed potatoes. I'll make sure to make them for you when we get you out of there," he stated confident it was only a matter of when and not a matter of if. Owen realized he shared his determination. They would free her and show her everything this world had to offer from feeling the sun on her face to trying Luke's so called famous loaded mashed potatoes.
