Minerva POV

Why is there so much traffic todayyyy!? 30 minutes of car ride to go to the library when it usually takes only 15.

Anyway..... I park my car (actually Marty's car) in the suspiciously full parking lot that serves the city library and enter the place.

"Good morning" I greet the old lady who is at the reception.

"Good morning dear, what can I do for you?"

To have access to the studying area here, you actually have to make a reservation. But I always forget about it and ask for a spot the same day to the secretary. They never complained.

"Is there any place in the studying hall?"

The old lady sighs and answers me
"I'm sorry dear, but today there's a meeting in there, it's reserved..."

"Oh......"

"We placed a few tables in the middle of the bookshelves area, but it might be full already. But you can go and take a look"

I nod and thank the lady, stopping by the books area to see if there are available spots, but every seat is already taken.

Oh....

And now.... What?
I don't have any quiet place to study. My place isn't an option, because there are the guys there and Christina has to see videos of people on the surgery table with open chests.
I can stand blood, broken legs and whatever, but don't show me any heart beating. If I don't want to faint or something, I can't go home.

I don't know if I can, but the only place that I can think of is Martijn's house.

But I'm afraid of asking him, because he might think that I'm taking advantage of him.

Or maybe.... A couch at his recording studios would be good too at this point.

I go back at the library entrance and take out my phone, dialing Martijn's phone number.

I press 'CALL' and wait for him to answer.

Just a few rings and he's there.

'Hello?'

"Martijn, that's me"

'Oh, sorry Miné. Is anything ok?'

"I'm afraid of asking you something.... But I need a place to study and the library is full...."

'Oh, I understand'

"So.... Can I go to your place?"

'I sent in the weekly cleaning service, but you can come here at the studios'

"Really? Oh my.... Thank you! The couch will do just fine..."

'The couch? Are you planning to sleep too?'

"Actually... no."

'I'm sure we have something better than a couch for you'

I hear him mumbling something that I can't understand because of music and people talking. Anyway..... Let's go then.

"I don't know how much I should thank you! I'm coming"

'I'm waiting for you outside in.... Mh, 15?'

"Love you!"

I end the phone call, realizing that I just told Martijn that I love him.

I shouldn't tell myself anymore that I don't love him. Because I fell in love like an apple on Newton's head fell when he understood what gravity was.

'Come on Miné! You have to go!' I tell myself and sprint out to the car.

[...]

"Here you are! So you didn't find any place at the library?" Martijn asks me while taking me inside.

"No, there's a meeting in the studying hall, so.... Here I am"

"So.... I have to go, Watse will take care of you"

Martijn walks away, turning back and sending a kiss and an heart before disappearing.

Watse is here next to me and we are walking in the opposite direction.

"Do you have your own computer?"

"Yes, sure I do"

He nods, leading me to the door numbered with a golden 1.

"So... Minerva, Martijn thought you might like to stay in this studio....." he says opening the door and turning the lights on.

"Oh, wow! That's so beautiful" I say at the sight of Persian carpets, a really long couch and musical instruments in any angle. There's a really long table with some computers on it, but Watse moves them in another place to leave some space for me.

"So is this OK?" he asks me smiling.

"That's perfect Watse. Thank you, you saved me"

He hands me a little paper note
"This is the Wi-Fi access key. If you have anything to charge, there are plugs everywhere. And.... What do I need to tell you...... Ah, yes! If you need to study with music, watch some videos or whatever..... Feel free. These are sound absorbing walls."

"Thank you...."

"This is the Aux cable to the main speakers. That's easy, don't worry. Plug into your computer, turn on the speakers with this button, choose the Aux input... and the volume is right here"

"I already said thank you a thousand times but.... Yeah"

The tall bald man is smiling at me since we entered, and now he's looking at the STMPD sweater that I'm wearing.

"Isn't that Martijn's?" he asks pointing at it.

"Umm, yes. He lent it to me earlier this morning"

He turns around and walks out of the door, but before closing it, he turns around, telling me
"This is his favorite. He never let anyone wear it. You are really special to him, take a note of that"

Martijn POV

Watse comes back to the lights room after walking Miné to her assigned studio.

"Is she ok?" I ask him

"She's fine.... But I have to talk to you about her"

Wait..... What's the point?

"Why?"

"You lent her your car, your favorite hoodie.... Tell me what's going on man"

"I'm just trying to be nice. She's special"

Watse scoffs at me and starts laughing.

"Martijn, come on. You love her, that's obvious"

"Watse.... I know that you are trying to help me. But I am pretty sure that she doesn't feel exactly the same"

"Martijn, listen to me for once.... She does. I heard your conversation on the phone earlier. She said I love you"

"She didn't"

"She did. Are you deaf or what??"

She really did? Oh.... She meant like friends... Maybe.

"Think about it Martijn, she's exactly who you want and who you deserve"