In the morning I decide not to ask for breakfast, but as a grown man I can say it calmly.
- Mom, Dad, Grisha and I are going to visit Lisa today.
Mom smiles at once.
- Angie, it's great, but why should Grisha take with him?
- I sigh, roll my eyes.
- Mom, we are going to another Lisa, to the village.
- It seems that now someone will have a heart attack.
- Angel, I didn't think you'd be interested.
- Mom, it's going to be great there, Lisa is very good.
I smile, not every day Grisha is so eloquent.
In an hour I'm starting to think what to wear. Yeah, that's a problem. I don't have a heel, I'm stopping at a grey shirt, jeans. I'm spinning in front of the mirror, nature has awarded me, in principle, generously: fluffy long hair of chocolate color, brown big eyes. But here's the height... That's why I wear heels, otherwise my complexes will eat me up.
- Angie, come on, Lisa's here.
Well, here's what he shouted so much. I hear my mother getting acquainted downstairs, I go down the stairs, Hindi also comes running up to her, probably used to the treatment. As always, Lisa gives a quiet shot to Hindi's quiet whining.
- All right, we can go.
Her car is simple, of course, but it doesn't bother me. Grisha tells me all the way through how she broke the record of push-ups in gym class once and how all the girls looked at him. I look back at Lisa, my brother can't to keep quiet. Unlike me.
We get out of the car, look around, all around the house, I hear cows mooing or someone else mooing. The roads are dusty, it's a good thing I'm wearing sneakers.
house is cozy, of course. Grisha immediately ran to the rocking chair.
- Wow, there is even a stove here.
I have never seen a real stove, even shame. It's a pity that spring is now.
- Well, yes, in winter it is irreplaceable. Come on, I'll show you my roommates.
We are going out into the garden, a very large garden. Grisha immediately runs up to the net, after which his long-awaited geese.
- They may bite, so it's better to just admire it.
Grisha builds faces for them, tries to make the same sounds. My brother is an idiot.
- Angel, let's go for now and help me with my lunch.
Hmm, she's going to feed us, smile, and follow her.
- Cut vegetables while I peel potatoes.
We do everything smoothly and smoothly, as if we have been cooking together for a long time. We communicate easily and without tension.
- And why didn't you go to a more prestigious university to study?
- I was held back by one reason.
Her voice has changed dramatically, apparently, I touched on an unpleasant topic.
- If you don't want to, don't tell me.
I'm trying to remove the awkwardness as gently as possible.
- Yes, everything is fine. It's just that after four years in a relationship, she said she'd found another one and left with her. And that I was bored with her. Something like that.
I noticed her sad eyes, which were no longer quite calm.
- Don't be sad...
I can't say anything smarter than that. I put my eyes down, cut tomatoes again, think about how to leave such a girl.
- Aw, man... I don't know how, but my finger is already bleeding out.
Lisa reacts right away and I find myself at the sink, holding my hand under a stream of water. We are very close, almost the same height, so I can clearly see her eyes, calm, trustworthy. Her eyes sink on my lips. Unconsciously licking them. I feel like she's moved a little closer.
- Um... Of course, I would still play, but I'm tired.
I'm not surprised, he always spoils everything.
Lisa quickly gives me a towel, starts to set the table. I stand like a statue for two seconds, wiping my hands and feeling some euphoria. We have dinner together, listening to Grishki's fables again.
- Angela will soon get married and I will have two rooms.
Lisa is looking at me with some excitement.
- Married?
- I can't choose who I want to marry yet.
I hide my eyes, scolding myself for a stupid answer. Lisa smiles, drinks juice.
- A lot of fans?
- No, she has only two of them, one of them is a friend of her mother's, by the way, Lisa's name.
I'll cut off his tongue and feed Hindi or the geese sometime. Lisa almost choked on juice, smiling a little. I decide to change the subject.
- And where are your parents?
- They sell at the market, still at Dad's shop, so they will come back late.
We are coming home in the evening, Grisha was probably tired. That's an spite, when we don't need it anymore.
At home, my mother immediately begins to fill with questions. It is good that Grisha gives her information. I mumble with a silly smile "yeah, yeah" and climb the stairs, feeling like my mother is looking at me with a misunderstanding look.
All thoughts revolve around Lisa and how we almost kissed. Already in the room I understand that I took off the windbreaker and carried it in my hand, forgetting to hang it in the hallway.
