After work and his little past repetition, I´m walking home from the nearest bus station. Normally, I get out the second station before this one, so I have a little walk to move my legs. But today is special. Oliver invited me for dinner on Saturday morning after driving me home. So, I need to shave my legs, even if I´m not losing anything today, for sure. That, I can assure, though I´m really old, nearly thirty. That´s an age, women are considered old, typical for society. But, other people shouldn't matter to me, I must live now and decide on my own.
I let water into the bathtub, using a little shampoo to produce bubbles. Bubbles are wonderful, they let me believe in my inner kid, I never want to lose, otherwise there is no fun in me left. Actually, I like to have fun, but I do like serious working, too. But both subjects doesn´t exclude each other, in my opinion. Obviously, I take a long bath, now. Shaving all the womanly parts, but my hair on my head. Even my little woman mustard on the right and left side of my lips is getting a holiday.
Then there´s the next question. What should I wear? I didn´t ask Oliver at work, where we are going out for dinner. A dress? Black is always good, no it seems like somebody died. Then flower print? No, that´s old lady stuff! Black skirt and white t-shirt? I go for it, with black flat shoes and a red bag, I like this outfit pretty much. Now, after many sport units I feel the positive effect of training, afterwards my flesh is now much more defined.
After finishing my makeup, I´m ready for dinner. Of course, I was fast in bathing, dressing and decorating my face, so I have half an hour to wait. What should I do in the meantime? Eating something? No! First, I didn´t reduce my weight for nothing, second I go out for dinner, there I´m going to eat enough.
Although, waiting is pretty boring, I´m searching my phone for some news to read. Ah, on politician wants to destroy earth with some rackets, another one wants the shutdown for nothing and everything, then a big metal firm wants to fusion with an electronic firm to create better products. I´m reading daily news, the world is in change all the time, never standing still.
It´s eight pm as my door bell rings. With a lot of motivation, I open the door, seeing Oliver on the other side. He smiles at me and gives me a bouquet of flowers. I held the white and red roses under my nose, smelling at the rich fragrance they are spreading. They are wonderful, quite an eye catcher.
"I looked at them and thought of you. You are like a rose, elegant and beautiful. A wonderful wildflower." My cheeks must be red like fire, burning from the inside, the moment he starts to talk like that to me. His words are warming up my frozen heart. The ice is melting. Specially for him.
"Thanks." The only word I can think of at the moment. I put the roses into a glass water, to make them a little bit healthier. They should be looking fresh like that for the next few days, so I have always a smile on my face, when I take a glance at them.
"Are you ready?", he asks me politely. I nod, then he steers for his car. I shut the door behind me and locks the door up, safety first. After buckling me up, we are starting our way towards the city. Oh, so it will be something more luxurious? I hope not, I don´t like etiquette, it´s not my way to handle situations. Small talk and behaving are not my talents. As I worked under Mr. Roland, I had to go to all the events he held to win new firm partners. I didn´t like one second of these business meetings, they were terrible. I had to wear dresses, underneath corsets, so I looked slimmer, and a great neckline. I felt very uncomfortable, it was really bad. But why have I done such things? Maybe I was not confident about myself? I don´t know, sometimes I know nothing about anything happening in the world.
Our ride is silent, neither the engine makes sounds, nor our voices. After another five minutes, he´s driving into the parking lot, searching for a place to stand. Next to the parking space is the "Garry´s" a good restaurant to dinner in.
In there, I have written down many business meetings with Mr. Roland. Yeah, the good old times, of course ironically. "Why do you wear such a comical facial expression?" Wow, this question is a little bit funny. How should I answer? I told him a little bit about my old boss, but should I really explain the whole thing? Maybe I do it, when we have a lots of time during dinner, but not in the good seeming times.
"This restaurant was my old boss one's favourite, I didn´t mean to offend you. Actually, your taste is quite good, the food is very tasty. Sometimes I ate in there too, after scribbling down the business notices from his partner." His looks give away what he thinks about me. I have this feeling I´m an alien, standing in front of him, saying and doing something otherworldly.
"Your old boss did really like you, didn´t he? It seems, he wanted you in his every reach, only wanting you for himself. That´s what I can read out of his actions." I must be shocked, because he strokes my left arm a few times, while we are going into the restaurant. "I doesn´t think so, he has always been mean to me, always been quite disgusting to me. I can´t stand such people, but I needed long to understand how to fight back." Yeah, that´s my opinion to the matter. Most likely, Mr. Roland needed a boxing ball, back then, in the good old times. I only laugh about that any more.