Scene 3: "Rejection"

Misa wondered if there was another time in her life that she had ever felt so modified. And if so, the reaction she received did not exactly help cover up her humiliation.

"No."

The answer was straight and blunt- merciless.

Misa blinked. Then gaped in disbelief, stuttered clumsily, and wondered if she had heard correctly.

"W-What?"

"I said, no."

Stunned for another second or two, she watched with a blank stare as Hope turned back to her documents, as nonchalant and calmly as ever. Misa stared and stared until it finally clicked in her head that Hope actually meant what she was saying.

She did not run away in embarrassment like before, nor did she started to scream at her with a resolve of turning everyone in the headquarters deaf in one ear.

In fact, Misa-Misa wasn't even pissed at all. Perhaps, pissed just wasn't the right word. She was more of offended. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

A pout and a glare were marred onto her pretty face as Misa attempted to burn holes into Hope's skull with her angry green eyes. Misa-Misa did not take being rejected very lightly. Sensing the waves of hatred that was directed towards her, Hope peered out at her from the corner of her eyes, but did not stop with her paper work.

"Are you still here?" the question sounded like it was asked out of annoyance, rather than curiosity. She turned away once more.

With a little more effort than Misa-Misa would have liked to put in, she managed to prevent herself from pouncing forward and clawing out Hope's eyes.

There was a long silent for a period of time between the two women, the sound of the rustling paper work from the small, rotating electric fan hollowed in their ears. It was somewhat tensed, slightly awkward, but neither of them made a move to say a word more.

Eventually, Hope took a second glance at Misa out of inquisitiveness precisely at the same moment the latter deiced to make a loud sound that sounded like a cross between a grunt and an irritated cry, twist around and wordlessly stride out of the room, nose high in the air.

BANG.

A few papers scattered from the desk and fluttered to the floor from the sudden swoosh of wind. Hope stared blankly at the now closed wooden door and quietly assumed that the slamming shut of it was some kind of expressed goodbye from the young idol.

"....Funny."