Mark of the destiny

Suyin sat down on the cold bench arranged at the end of the corridor, leaning back with closed eyes. 'Magazine! Boy! Ph.! What could be the third word? What do the first two words hint at?'

"What do you want?" she asked with closed eyes.

Gilbert stood behind her, not at all surprised she was aware of him following her. "What did you do just now?"

She slit open her one eye but closed it again. The lenses were hurting, she needs a new pair and had to consult a doctor ASAP. "Elaborate,"

Gilbert scoffed, "As if you don't know what am referring to?"

"Nope. I don't," she reached to rub the side of her temples in a circular motion. "Either come to the point or care to walk away."