A couple of shots of whiskey – and crazy ideas started to come to your head? – I decided to laugh it off.
– Absolutely not, – he assured me; looking at him, I realized that he was serious.
– If it’s so, then gladly. Let’s go to pack the bags, do you have money for a trip? Actually, I’m a poor bartender, – I said sarcastically.
– I’ll find some for such an occasion.
By and large, he didn’t need to “look for” it, but I still didn’t know about it (these details will became clear later).
– And where are we going?
– Wherever you want, – he said with the air that it was possible to carry out our plans without any problems.
– Could you really dart off like this?
– Come on. – He took me by the hand and led me to the chaise-longues, which stood in even rows along the coast, sat down on one of them, and put me on his knees and continued: – All of us sometimes want to do something spontaneous, how long can we do the same things every day?
– But not always what you want matches coincides our possibilities. I can’t just turn around and leave it all. But who am I trying to deceive? What can I leave? A bunch of lifeless things in a rented apartment. And in general I would like to embark on some adventure with this guy. The advice of my “invisible friend” at the moment was simply vital. It wouldn’t be difficult to find out which games Misha plays, or, just the other way about, to ascertain the truthfulness of his words. But my friend was silent today, leaving me without his very necessary hints. And he could have answered. At least something, just to speak a little.
“No, don’t you want to?” He didn’t, didn’t speak.
– I understand, – said Misha with a slight disappointment in his voice. – And when shall we meet again now?
– I have a day off in a couple of days, invite me, offer me something. I put my arm around his neck and suddenly found myself thinking that I absolutely didn’t want to spend this couple of days without him.
It was quite unexpectedly. I hadn’t had such a lust for a guy yet.
– I’ll think of something. -He laid in the chaise and pulled me to him.
I was laying on Misha, because with his complexion he occupied all the space, I was more comfortable in his arms than in my own bed, these big hands that were holding my waist… his hands, it seemed as if I had become miniature and helpless under them. Not that “Anna – the sky is the limit for me”, but the one who got care and reliability. As if my problems can now become his problems, they won’t be so difficult when shared between the two of us. And tomorrow, having woken up, I won’t have to rack my brain where to go today, what to do to keep myself busy, in order not to go back to where there’s no need to go.
Why not? At least for a few days.
Yes, I had an “invisible friend”, he took care of me and helped more than anyone else, but he was so incorporeal and intangible (I still had to row with oars), he existed there and I was here in my own world. The final opinion about who he is, and why he volunteered to help me, formed quite recently, I had been making assumptions for a long time. And during all this time my friend could not confirm or deny my assumptions. This topic has never been discussed.
– Why don’t you have a boyfriend or husband? And your phone is silent all the evening, and not ringing off the hook because of calls or messages? With your appearance, you should definitely have a lot of admirers. —Misha didn’t give up trying to find out the details of my life.
– I shut my phone off. – Having said that with irony, I put my elbows on his firm chest, resting my chin on my palm. – Have you shut off yours too?
He did not answer, only a slight smirk played on his face.
– In fact, I have already ceased to communicate with others, a waste of time on the people who you keep communication with, just to keep yourself busy with something and in case you need a company for the evening. Neither of them really attracted me. It’s not that. I’m bored of it. – I did not continue and was silent, put my head on Misha’s shoulder with my palm on his stomach.
“Hey! – I mentally called my ‘invisible friend’. – Look what I’ve just said. Why would I be so sincere? Where are you?” His silence had already begun to make me angry and put me out of temper. I was looking for repose in Misha’s arms, and they gave it to me, leaning closer to him, I nestled my head against his hot neck. I was waiting for my friend’s explanations, but I didn’t hear anything except the sounds of wash.
– And why are you alone? – I asked, without lifting my head, slid my nose along his hard warm neck, inhaling the pleasant smell of men’s perfumes.
– I used to be married, but lost her in an accident, – he explained and then added after a short silence: – Lots is forgotten with time, I accepted the circumstances and continued to live on. – So he used an expression, that didn’t show his feelings, and turned the conversation to what, in his opinion, I was interested in. -Shall we drink one more “Chaser”?
– Yes, let’s drink it. Just it’s so comfortable with you. I don’t want to get up. – No, I’ve already lost my interest in whiskey.
– And to me, so much so that I can fall asleep right now.
– And you will snore like a bear. – Having risen my head, I looked into his face.
– Sure, I will, – he stressed smiling tenderly.
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We went to one more coastal bar (stretching along the beach line of Bat Yam, they are going one after the another, being only distinguished by a peculiar menu theme, signs and flowers in the interior) and drank a few more shots of our favorite Macallan. When the music went silent and the bar was closing, Misha offered to take me home. The slowly rising sun gradually lit up the clear skies over Israel and the empty streets, still not disturbed by the anxiety of people who would hurry to work soon.
I admit, I was fizzing with the desire to invite Misha to my flat under the veil of “having tea with cookies”, I wanted this guy madly. But still I decided to show myself from the good side. And it was me, who could not give a damn about the opinions of everyone around me, as well as about people themselves.
And here she is for you Misha, “Anna – then ideal girl”, positive, balanced and patient.
Misha came upstairs with me, accompanied me to the door of the apartment, kissed me long, giving me a hint that he did not want to leave, but “Anna – the ideal girl” found the strength and said goodbye. I did not go into the shower, as I liked the smell that remained on my skin. Misha’s message wishing me to see only pleasant dreams caused a feeling of warm joy. I started to imagine how he was returning home along the street flooded with morning light and still thinking about me. Sentimental nonsense, but it was nice.
Lying in bed, in the darkness of my bedroom, I once again tried to call my
