Part 2.
Friday of that week was terrible: rains and tons of dirt on the roads, and accordingly, the work with my mother and I added many times, and as spite, I did not have time to come home after school, and I had to go to the office in high heels. Everyone, there was surprised, calling me an idiot in her subconscious, saying she came to clean her heels, but I didn't care about it.
In the end, I did my part of the work in an hour and a half and went home, and my mother stayed there a little bit longer. I went out of the office, standing there, looking away, thinking, "How am I supposed to get those poor 150 meters to the gate?! My legs were just hurting very badly than - I ran down the stairs and offices.
- What are you worth? - Stas asked, once again frightening me
- Yeah... I'm... I'm gonna go home now. Somehow. Probably.
- Let's go and get him - he didn't hear anything back on his offer. - Oh, come on, what are you standing there for? Give me your hand, I'll help you walk on this crazy flat road. We're about to get asphalt here, everything will be fine.
Stas took my hand, and we went, and I began to think about the upcoming Saturday night - it was necessary to agree somehow, I don't know, to exchange numbers - I, the fool, did not take the card then, and he went and rubbed me in the face about his work and the hell knows what else.
We went out the gate, and I looked for a car with license plate numbers "858", and when I found it, I went to the parking lot.
- Oh, come on, you even know what kind of car I had? - smiling with surprise, Stas.
- Yes, but you're also good. You ask your mother about me, if not, your colleagues, if they saw me...
That's what he's embarrassed about. He put his eyes down and closed the door behind me. Then he pushed himself into the car, drove it and asked me where to go.
It was a madly funny distance from home - 5 minutes of walking, even less, maybe, but in my heels, with tired legs, it would be a disaster.
- You know," Stas started, "you're probably the only cleaning lady, or I just haven't seen anybody like him anywhere, "he stopped by the side of the road in front of my house on my instructions. - You go with an iPhone, live in a three-story cottage, you come to work with your mother by car often, always dressed differently. Why do you need a job?
In response, I decided to flatter him a little and threw out the phrase: "To see you", got out of the car and headed for the gate. Although this answer contained the truth to some extent...
Naturally, I came home with a smile, but also with pain in my legs. When I threw my shoes down, I went up to the second floor and fell asleep in bed, and immediately thoughts came to my mind. I was wondering if all this was necessary, if I was doing the right thing, or if he wasn't doing the right thing. I have a boyfriend, and Stas has a ring on his finger, children go to kindergarten, though it looks young - I would not give him more than 25 years. I thought that it shouldn't be very safe to go to the club with someone you barely know, let alone get into the car with him. I didn't understand anything then, I was glad that something extraordinary was going on in life, and I didn't want anything like that. But I decided to go to the club with him for sure. Well, it's still interesting!
Saturday night I went to my friend's house, as usual, to get together with her in the "Empire". I told her superficially about Stas, how we met, described his appearance with such admiration that she could not help but notice my sympathy for him.
- And what do you want? He is married, and so is Seva," she said.
- That's the fact that I don't want anything, I just want to communicate with him and spend time together somewhere, orchestrating random meetings with my eyes in the office. I don't know many of them, who are about 25, but I can talk to them on an equal footing. That's exactly what Stasis," I resisted.
- The hat is everything, Ir, but as you know. By the way, do you think he's coming?
- Well, why not? Even if he doesn't, you and I can walk well enough, my nightmare boy.
- I think so, - on this phrase we again stuck in the mirrors and picked up the cosmetics.
Closer to midnight we called a taxi and went to the club. Honestly, I never worried as much as I did that night. I was nervously turning the phone on and off, watching the time, checking the messages, and my friend noticed these nerves and running eyes and decided to cheer me up, "Come on, it's gonna be fiery, don't worry. Your Stas will come.
The continuation follows in 3 parts.