THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 30's. It's Me.
I went to work as usual the next day. I'm fine, but the embarrassing incident made me not want to appear at the party show for a while. The news of me receiving a panic attack would definitely be the news he talked about a lot and everyone would regard me as a sick person to be shunned.
I'm a pretty girl. But I'm damned as an infected survivor and have a mental disorder. The label will appear every person sees me.
"How are you." I was having lunch at a restaurant near the boutique the next day, when Alexsey suddenly appeared in front of me. How could he show up here, did he follow me.
"Why are you here?"
"I just want to see you. Make sure you're okay. It's good to see you're back at work."
"It was just a panic attack. I've been alive and dead, probably dying from the parasite. All of this leaves a remnant. Why do you know I'm here? You got people following me?" He was silent for a moment with my question.
"I've seen you eat here. So I tried my luck through here. Oh, uh, did I sit?" I can't believe the answer, maybe he's got some kind of guy he's been telling me to investigate. Why did it go so far, what was the reason.
Alright. Now I want to hear where we met. Think of it as a bouquet of flowers delivered three whole months.
"Why can't I believe your answer, because you're here, sit down. You want to eat?" She seemed to be glad I told her to sit down, a small smile arising on her lips as she opened the menu book.
I looked at him with a mixed feeling between wanting to kick him out and feeling it was funny, absurd, why he had to try so hard just because he was curious about me.
"You're so happy just to be seated." I laugh in front of him now.
"This is the progress of negotiations, usually speaking five minutes you don't want to." I grimaced and she stayed on her happy smile.
"You're overreacting."
"She sometimes I think so, not just you."
"Basic woo, now tell me where we met." I'll just ask you the main question.
"Obviously, I don't like talking to you. Unless you're lying we've met."
"alright. We don't make fun of it. Where we met, long ago, maybe 20 years ago." My forehead wrinkled right away, 20 years ago?
"You're kidding me, 20 years ago I was 9."
"Yes, and I was 14 years old." His face was serious, he didn't seem to be lying, I don't think I had a friend who was 5 years different from me when I was 9.
"Where? Why can't I remember who you are?"
"You don't know me, if you remember I said my name was Oomnitsa at the time?"
"Oomnitsa...?" Strange name, maybe a Russian name, where have I heard that, maybe ever, but which one?
"Can't you remember?" He saw my face.
"No." I'm shaking. "I really don't remember, after all who could remember so many things from the age of five? So where have we met." I waited curiously for the answer.
"At that time, you hit four of my classmates who ganged on me. You are a little girl who fought four teenagers with long logs and pushed them to the ground many times. But you're moving forward with courage..." A shadow immediately appeared in my mind. I still remember, that dirty kid with that ripped jacket and that messy hair. Right, he who has that strange name, I've forgotten where I've heard that strange name, it's been a long time ago but I still remember the incident.
"That's you...?"
"That's me."
Now I know where we met.