Damien left Natalia's apartment deflated. In reality, he's not sure why it would've been any different. His life until that point had been a series of disappointments against an undercurrent of extremely hard work. These disappointments, however, were general in nature and completely manageable. Situations had but two outcomes: changes for the better, and negative effects. It was not uncommon to experience both outcomes at once, and heralded fundamental change. Damien wasn't a fan of change, but did invite growth. It was simply the way the world worked. That's how he thought of Natalia; he did not want her to change, he wanted her to grow.
As he stepped past the door frame and out onto the stairs, Damien didn't notice the picture of the Kossack which he had placed on the floor the night before. It was still there facing inward when Damien past the bakery and hailed a cab. It was almost 9:00am, and he should be at Andrei's place working on his chops. He sighed. The price of deviating, even by a small margin, from his rigid schedule meant that much of his day would be jumbled.
Damien entered the cab and closed the door, instructing the driver to take him home. He flipped open his phone to call Andre, when he noticed that he had many messages from Jenny. Some were texts, some were voice-mail, all of them escalated in worry and concern over where Damien had been the previous night. He needed to find her, and wondered if she was still at her apartment. Jenny worked irregular hours, but was gone most of the day in the financial district. She mentioned doing some transactions from home, but Damien was never around enough to ascertain any pattern to her comings-and-goings. The cab glided to a halting stop in front of the four-flat. Damien paid the cabbie, then walked up the steps into the unknown.
Damien opened the inner glass door and padded softly toward his door. He froze, and turned to look at Jenny's door. He sighed deeply, then rapt his knuckles lightly on his neighbor's door. At first, a calming feeling settled over him when no sound could be heard. But then, there was a sudden rustling and he heard the door's multiple latches unlock. Jenny's tired and ragged face appeared around the door as it opened. She wore stylish black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was wrapped in a bun.
"Damien?" she asked.
"Hey, ... Hi Jenny." Damien was almost whispering, and Jenny opened her door more to assess Damien who looked at drawn out as she was.
"D-Damien, what happened last night? Where were you?" The tone of her voice was not accusational, nor was it demanding. It was laced with nothing but pure, affectionate concern. Christ, he thought. That made what he had to say that much harder.
"Well, it was a good thing you left when you did. This guy showed up harassing ladies. Seriously out of control ... he was armed."
"Oh, my God ..." Jenny covered her mouth. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Damien's understating manner normally glossed over real danger with a casualness that induced calm in whomever he spoke to. He knew he was being deceitful, and it killed him inside. "I had a hand in taking care of him, and I had to deal with things afterwards. It's no big deal."
Jenny smiled with a relief that had waited hours to be released. She reached out with both arms and embraced the young warrior. "Oh, ... I was so worried." Damien slowly brought his arms and lightly encircled Jenny's trim body. He wondered if this is what holding Natalia would feel like, and wondered if he'd seen the last of her. Natalia smoldered in displeasure when Damien left, and other than his phone number on a napkin (and possibly crossing paths at the hospital), he did not know how to contact her. Yes, he did know where she lived, but Damien was not about to stake out her apartment like some deranged stalker. It was some time before Damien realized neither of them had released. Damien let go slowly of a blushing Jenny, who smiled sweetly."I'm glad you're okay."
The conflict tore at Damien's insides. He could not deny that he wanted Natalia, he wanted to embrace her brokenness and love her because of her struggles. But, Natalia didn't seem quite interested in Damien, and was often withdrawn and moody. Damien guessed at the storm of emotions within Natalia, but was ultimately a practical man. Jenny was here, and she was very interested. And, Damien could not deny the energizing effects of being wanted and adored. Damien shelved his "talk" with Jenny, and decided to break her heart another day.
"Well, I need to head off to work now," Damien said.
"Can I buy you lunch somewhere?" Jenny asked hopefully.
"No, thanks, Sweetie. I need to hike up to Mid-Town."
"Well, I'll just drive us. We can grab something and I'll drop you off?" Jenny flashed an adorable smile. "Easy!"
"Okay. You win. Let me get my things." Damien felt like a heel, like he was taking advantage of Jenny's eagerness. He thought it was openly apparent that getting close to Damien was a useless endeavor. But, was he the delusional one? There was a curious high from being pampered that might not be so awful after all. Perhaps this is what normal was, and what normal felt like? So much of Damien's life consisted of some kind of struggle, that the sensation of relaxing acceptance was an awkward coat to wear. Damien soon emerged from his apartment with a bag of tools.
"Ready, Sweetie?" Damien asked. He walked first out to the street. Jenny locked her door and smiled happily at her new moniker.