THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 45's. The Ice Cream Night 3
He told me slowly about the times he returned to Russia every year. I imagine, maybe for him the hardest thing is that he never misses a holiday with his mother. She said her mother died when she was a baby.
"Hmm. sounded a week full of excitement. Then make me a blini. Can you make it." I tested what he would answer, he said as long as Maslenitsa lovers made each other blini.
"Can I make it later." He answered me lightly. And I looked at him with mixed feelings. I like this Russian mafia friend, what she thinks I'm her lover now, what's in her heart.
This feeling was too intoxicating, I was afraid of myself, but one thing I didn't know too well, even though he was too kind to me. And there was no feeling of being threatened when with her. But being a lover, maybe I'll be heartbroken because he has to go back to Moscow one day. I can't leave Mom and go so far across oceans and continents.
"Why do you see me like that, you can't believe I made it."
We have only met a few times. But even he gave me his private home address.
"Who taught you?"
"Aunt Irina, she's my mother's bride for me. He's the one who always visits me here."
"Your mother must be a very kind Aunt. He took his time crossing from Eastern Europe to Canada."
"Yes. He's very nice." He even told me his core family, as if I had a chance to meet them later.
"You seem to think of her as your mother's intercessor."
"Yes you're right, I did consider her to be Mother's mediator."
Soon we arrived at the Marche, which was very close. I looked around the food shelf, ending up taking some chocolates, salads, fruit and snacks. Offering her, this time I didn't want her to pay, I bought her some that looked good, and ended up on the ice cream shelf.
"Ehmm.. Which one? Caramel and Strawberry?" Tangent choose. Just limit myself to choosing one because as a model I have to pay attention to my calorie intake. If I buy two it will be a torture for me if I don't spend it.
"You want to?"
"No."
"So just one. Unless you want to share with me...." I told you why I didn't buy two cups.
"We'll share." This shopping moment became exciting when he did not mind sharing the ice cream cup with me. He pushed our little basket, he picked up some fruit he wanted.
The waiter mentioned the amount I had to pay, I put my card away, but he took it from the shopkeeper's hand and replaced it with his card.
"I'll pay, Miss, wait a minute. Give me back my card quickly." I immediately asked for my missing card into his suit pocket. The waiter had to wait for our petty quarrel. "This time I'm paying. Come on where my card is, why must it always be the man who pays..." My hand was still asking, he took the money sheet in his wallet instead. Wh-wh-what for?
"Tap my card. Here's your tip, miss." He put down the money sheet, the waiter quickly smiled, his hand moved and quickly the card reader let out a paid sound.
"This is your card Sir. Thank you" The waiter quickly gave me the grocery bag. He with his triumphant smile took our shopping bags and handed the ice cream into my hands and stepped forward leaving me.
I have to catch up with him in the back.
"It's delicious, I love this ice-cream brand, too." He instantly switched the conversation from shopping payments to ice-cream flavors and returned my card that I received with annoyance.
"Why do you have to keep paying. Friends split their bills." He looked at me with a smile on his lips but refused to answer me. This Russian mafia, maybe paying my bill is happiness for her. "Alexsey, can you answer me, kenya-..." My words were not finished when he decided to feed me caramel ice cream and stop my words.
"Eat, good no. Why are you so fussy it's just a matter of grocers and ice cream. " I had to swallow the ice cream. He can not be debated about payments that are not so much.
"Dictator." I still ask him to fight. He let me say what I wanted and still enjoy the ice cream. I finally stopped arguing and sat quietly in the car.