Oliver left his living area. To unfold my whole sleepiness and tiredness I'm wandering through his living room, through his kitchen until I stand before his bedroom. Should I invite myself to his private space? My hand reaches the door knob faster than my brain can understand my intuitive decision. Oh no, I hope Oliver doesn't come back until I left his bedroom. Curiosity shouldn't be my downfall.
My hand is wandering around the white wall as I enter the bleak room. My heart bleads at this dreary sight. No plants, no pictures and no decorations. Only a small white bed for one person is standing in the middle, a brown closet on the left side and a lamp on a little desk in the right corner. What have I expected? Not this, after all. It's really depressing. So cold and lost. Oliver, this sunny man is living here? I cannot understand. Maybe, I don't want to understand the real meaning.
My feet are dragging me back to Alice and Sarah, so my boss doesn't see me in his bedroom. He could be out for more than half an hour, but I don't want to risk anything. But I can't get his dreary room out of my head. His office seems so friendly with all these plants and pictures. Oh, this didn't cross my mind before. There are nowhere pictures of family members or persons. Only nature elements or abstract buildings. I thought, maybe he's into architecture, but now, I don't get it. Nothing seems like it seems to be.
A loud knock distracts me from my wild brain activities, so I look through the peephole. Oliver stands there. I open the door for him, only to see his full bags. "Because you didn't say anything about your favourite dishes, I thought of self-made pizza. We can cover the surface with various supplies, you and me like both. Like it?" He's looking in my eyes. I see their green colour with sprinkled yellow. Beautiful. Wanda, stop it! I shouldn't think in such a manner about my boss. It's not appropriate.
"Wanda? Do you need anything? You seem to be very stressed, cause of your wrinkles on your forehead. Wanda?", he asks me while I'm turning around. I get my facial structures under control, so I can face him again. "Of course, let's make pizza! It would be wonderful." I laugh, to contain my inner ocean, which wants to break his limits and get out of my mouth. No, shut it!
"Wanda, you are really ok? I can get you a glass of water, or anything else you need." He cares about me, it seems. I smile again, so he doesn't need to worry about me. Never have I been so uncontained. I'm a grown woman, I should have my life, better my words under control.
"Yes, let's start. You don't need to worry about me." His right arm is now around my shoulders and he takes me in a warm, strong hug. It feels so nice. Never before, I felt so protected. A wonderful feeling.
Our hug is losing its strength slowly, the great emotions are fading away, so we start our meal prep. At first, we are mixing the necessary ingredients together, like flour, oil, yeast and a little bit of water. Sometimes I put an egg into it, if I feel like the dough is not supple enough.
"Do you like to cook?", he asks me a meaningless question to bridge the time. I contemplate his question. "I am not much of a cooker. My prior job didn't allow anything else beside it. Nevertheless, now I have time to care about myself, I am even a member in a fitness studio to push myself a little bit forward. You see now, I like to talk a lot about a little question."
He only laughs. In this moment, he seems like the perfect man to me. I mean, the perfect man. Never before did a man affect me so much. Only, is it a good or bad feeling. I can't describe it. This personal section is unknown to me.
"Oh no. You are special, my dear Wanda. I have this feeling; you are a great person." His words are so.... I don't know. I'm overwhelmed. I only blink once, twice with my eyes. Then my whole face flames up like candle. "Oh, thanks. I don't know how to react to such a compliment. No, forget my last sentence, I didn't mean to say such a thing. You must think, I'm a completely idiot." He only smiles. "No, I would never think such a foul thing about you. Don't be so nervous, you don't need to be afraid of my presence." His hands are now over my shoulders. But I don't look up, I can't. My hands are twisting over my belt loop. It's such an interesting belt loop. In front the loop is grey, mixed with a little bit of silver and a black, flowery engraving. So awesome. Really.
In a sudden moment, I lift my face to meet his bright green eyes. "I don't know what to say." He stares into my blue eyes. "Then say nothing." His head is towards mine. I can't go away, because his eyes are binding me to this place. This situation is so awkward, ugh. Maybe I should let him kiss me? I kissed before, only a little bit, but this fishy feeling afterwards is always on my mind, if somebody wants to pair his lips with mine. I shut my eyes and leaning forward to his upper body, his arms are coming together on the small of my body and pressing me to his form. Now I'm standing half on his feet and I expect a slobbery kiss.
We didn't come so far, because first one, thentwo baby sirens are calling for our attendance. I push him away and went to thebabies. I don't look back, I can't look in his face now.