"Martin?" Ella whispered, gently shaking his shoulder, "Martin!"
"What is it?" Martin answered, his headphones still on and eyes fixated on the laptop screen.
"I need help. My printer is... fucked up," she said.
"Language!" Colin piped up quickly, then shrank back down into the game.
Fuck off, Ella thought.
"Yes, fine, I'll be over in... about an hour," Martin told her with no emotion in his voice whatsoever, ushering Ella out of the door.
When Ella got back into her apartment room, she immediately thought of what she could possibly do in an hour. Read? Eat? Play music? She got up and went over to her kitchen partition, thinking of what to cook as a light snack. She had her hair tied up, how she liked it. She seemed to think that having it down past her shoulders was boring. She hadn't had it like that in over ten years, excluding during sleep.
She quickly whipped up a small omelet with tomatoes and ham pieces. She ate that and took a look at the clock. Half past nine. Martin should arrive at any minute.
Martin kept a close eye on the time on his laptop. Half past nine. You had better get off your arse and sort out Ella's printer, he thought to himself. So he logged out of Star Wars, and said bye to Steven and Colin over Skype, even though Colin was five metres away. He put his laptop away on his desk and left the room. He crossed the hallway and knocked on Ella's door.
"It's open!" came a voice from inside, obviously Ella's.
As Martin entered Ella's apartment, it occurred to him that he had never been in there before. He looked around and saw beanbags and colourful sofas. She had a faint pink lightshade and she left her bedroom door open allowing Martin's eyes to view her spotty bedspread with different shades of pink and soft toys lined up along the bed.
Ella pointed to a rather well-dismantled printer. Several circuits were showing and other invisible problems were evidently inside. Martin took a quick look at it and began working, twisting screws and rewiring circuit boards to ensure the best results. Ella was sat on the large sofa, staring softly at Martin as he worked, twizzling her hair between her fingers.
"You shouldn't have your hair like that," Martin announced out of the blue, making Ella jump. He didn't even look at her as he said it.