THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 46's. The Ice Cream Night 4
"I haven't driven around town in a long time, I'm going to take a walk with me." He apparently asked me to wait for him to accompany him around town.
"All right." I also don't mind taking a longer walk tonight, than I do at home and thinking about what they say.
Before long he took us back to the road, it was almost 11 o'clock, we were back on the road. He's driving, his eyes are on the road, but he's not talking to me, it seems he's thinking something. "You have a problem, why are you so quiet."
"No, I'm sorry, I took you for a walk but I kept you quiet." His eyes came back to me.
"You have a lot of thoughts. Business problem."
"Hmm. Sometimes there is a life full of problems. But over time and action there must be a way to solve it. I'm in that phase now."
"When you're going back to Moscow. You gonna settle down there?"
"Moscow, I don't know how long I thought. There's a lot to do before you get back there."
"Moscow is so far away it doesn't feel."
"Nine hours drive, it's quite far."
"You want to stay there again?" He looked at me seriously with my question.
"I haven't thought up there actually. Maybe yes, maybe not. But back to doing and proving something yes." Maybe back to avenge his stepmother.
"You ever been to Moscow?"
"No, it's so foreign, there's some friends who take jobs there, but I don't want to because it's so far away." I don't want to live there, but what he did for me made my heart unable to look at him. Maybe I could just be her lover and end up heartbroken after she returned to Moscow.
"That's the same thing I thought about when I landed here." I saw his serious face. Perhaps all his solitude here turned him into a picture of what he was now, looking cold and untouchable. He should let you in. You won't be able to find the key from your own side.
"I understand how you feel. " I touched his arm, rubbed it like I warmed someone in winter, still feeling sorry 13-year-old child should be sent away from his homeland and learn to live in a foreign place by himself, bullied later by his friend who sees him as a freak. He looked at me and smiled a little.
"You won the warm Svetluny." I grimaced with that call.
"And you're changing people's names."
"That's your first name, Moon, Moonlight. I'm just adding to the light." My face was hot when she looked at me for a long time because we were stopped at a red light. I threw my gaze away from her, suffering from not wanting to fall into her arms but her arms were too tempting to embrace.
But he won't do anything because I threatened him with a friend's limit. I know it. To him my trust was something he had earned with great difficulty. He didn't want to destroy the trust he could so hard-earned, weeks of tirelessly sending flowers.
"Smile for me. Please..." I squeezed with a smile on her, tilted my head with a pleading expression on the back of the chair and she automatically returned my smile. I was glad to be able to provoke her smile like that.
"What are you really doing."
"I'm just glad I could make you smile..I don't like your serious sad face." Now he's laughing.
"We're home okay, it's night. Thank you for being with me like this. You need to rest. Tomorrow you work, no.:
"Butik is usually crowded on weekends, I prefer to take a vacation at the beginning of the week if I want to take a holiday. But we usually close the shop faster even if it's open."
"You should go home, I'm sorry I held you this late. I'm too much." He steered the car back towards my apartment.
"What's wrong. I'm glad I could talk to you. Besides summer night too much pity breaks too early." August in Montreal means the sun has just set at eight. So it feels like you have plenty of time to do anything. "alright. Where's your bodyguard? They're back already? Didn't they exist?" I haven't seen their car following us since we went down to buy ice cream
"There are invisible. They're following us."
"That's what it looks like." I was actually wondering why he needed a bodyguard, but it felt like for that one, he and I weren't too close. The details of the answer to why he needed a bodyguard must have been very long. I have not been able to bear the consequences of asking too deeply and engaging his life so far.
It wasn't long before we arrived at my apartment.
"Thank you for standing up for me tonight."
"I really have to do it. Don't thank me. Climb in... It's night, I'm leaving first. Don't forget your groceries on the back bench. Happy break. Don't turn off the moonlight even if you're sleeping." He can joke too.
"Thank you for the treat too. Next time change I'll pay." He's laughing a little.
"Just paying you makes me happy, and when I'm being read to makes me feel sinful. So next time I still don't take your card. That's my rule if you come with me." I'm grimacing amused now.
"All right, I'll go first. Be careful." I came down with a big smile and waved at him.
A memorable summer night with this Russian mafia.
What's going to happen tomorrow, can I survive not hugging his arm. Seeing me smile happily, telling her she'll be fine here.
I don't know.