"Heee?"
I ask him, I can't come up with any other, more meaningful questions. I think I have heard I should marry him.
"Don't worry, on paper enough, you don't have to consider it a marriage at all points."
Yes. I heard it well: he wanted me to marry him. It is the most romantic marriage proposal of the century. Well, it's not like the other one would have been one. It seems I don't flame up the men to get a romantic proposal.
"What do you mean that I don't have to consider it a marriage at all points?" I ask him carefully.
I want this job. Basically, I couldn't afford to lose this job, but a marriage! I run away from home just so I don't have to get married. Well, if I compare him to Andrew Harris, this man is at least handsome. A total idiot, but handsome. And he is normal on some level, after all, he returned my money and didn't even mention it to anyone. Not to mention his kiss. I gulp a big.
"I just need a paper, that I am married." He states simply.
"Why?"
"I also have family problems. You are not the one, who has to deal with this issue."
"Inheritance problem?"
"No. Why?" He asks, surprised.
"Ivo and Yvonne has a distant relative. It is said he is a millionaire, but doesn't have children. He will leave his money to someone in the family, who is named after him and talented enough to run a company. That's why they both got such rare names."
"No, I don't have such an uncle."
"Are you a gay?"
Okay, I know that he is not a gay, since we kissed yesterday. He is a good kisser, so he can't be a gay. But still, it is better if one knows such things in advance.
"No, I am totally normal!" he says indignantly.
"Then why haven't you found a wife yet?" I retort.
"I am divorced, and so far I have not needed to remarry."
"And now is it urgent?"
"Fairly urgent. But I just need it on paper."
"Why?"
"Why is it urgent, or why do I need it just on paper?"
"Both."
"I said, it was family problems."
"What kind of family problems?"
"Do you really think, I tell you before accepting the work? Your family seems also problematic, and I didn't ask you anything."
I can't say a word. He is right. I also feel a little sympathy, as we seems to be companions in distress.
"You would also benefit from such a marriage. You could completely change your name."
He is right. Damn. He is really, totally right. Everyone would search for Vanessa Carpenter, and not Jazz Moore.
"But you could hide me from your sisters. I don't want to meet them, and I don't want them to know that your wife is me."
"It can be solved." He nods. "So?"
"I agree. We could marry." I reply. "I want that work."
I am an idiot. A total idiot. Well, it is said, two idiots could make a perfect couple. Both of us stay silent for the rest of the travel.
Tyler Moore helps me with the packages, as we arrive to the Capital. I am shivering a bit.
"Are you all right?" he asks.
"This city is bigger, than I thought." I tell them, and don't say a word about my real problems.
It is not the size, which makes me frightened, but the grayness of the Capital. Everything is gray around me. The air is also gray, and somehow it feels like glutinous. I don't want to breath, but it is impossible. My mood is also turns to gray. I think I lied for even myself, that I was over the depression. Moreover Yvonne's discarded shoes hurt my feet. We have the same size of shoes, but it is not feels good.
Tyler Moore holds my hand, so I have to follow him out of the train station.
"Wait a minute, please!" I ask him, and he stops.
We are at the back of the station, which is full of trash containers. The other side of the containers are emptied to a big van, so it seems a good opportunity to discard my cast, and uniform. Before I throw them to the garbage, I pick out my shoes, and discard Yvonne's ones. It feels so comfortable to wear my own shoes!
"Could we go?" asks Tyler Moore, and when I nod, he holds my hand again. This time we could walk beside each other.
I don't recognize, where I am led, but when I see the sign of the city office, I become a bit surprised. I stop, and I make him stop too, since I don't release his hand.
"Changed your mind?" he asks, and patiently wait for my answer. I shake my head. "It is okay, we just have to do the registration for the marriage. It doesn't mean, that we will be married after the registration, so you have time till afternoon. If you really want to change your mind."
"I don't want to. I said okay, so it is okay. I'll do it all the way. I have promised."
He nods, and we enter the building. There are nobody in line before us, it is too early in the morning. We fill the forms, the officer copies our documents, and gives us the marriage license. Tyler Moore puts that paper into his backpack, he holds my hands, and we left the office. I just hope we didn't look so conspicuous, that the officer could remember us.
"We have time before the next train starts, so do you have any plans?" he asks me. I shake my head.
"I would like to visit my friends. Would you like to come with me?"
I nod. I don't really want to be alone in this foreign city, waiting for him in a restaurant, or a park. We go to the subway, and he gives me a ticket. I really forgot along this rush, that I needed one to travel. The subway is full of people, it is in the morning of a Tuesday after all. I squeeze his hand, and he doesn't complain. Well, the subway haven't been a good choice. Tyler Moore finds a seat, and he push me down. There are people around me, so close that I call inconvenient. There is a couple on my left, and they are glued to each other at their mouth. It is embarrassing to me, so I see on my right side, where a girl is standing. Her skirt is wrinkled. Wrinkled? A man's hand is under her skirt. No. It happens just in the movies. In the real life it is impossible!
"Two more stops!" Tyler Moore smiles at me suddenly.
But now, I doesn't take umbrage at him. His presence is a bit soothe my nerves. I reach for his hand, and he allows me to take. He squeezes a bit. Fortunately the kissing couple take off at the next stop, and he sits down next to me. He doesn't release my hand, moreover he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. It feels good.
The escalator leads us to the street level of a large plaza. Barely one or two more of the shops are open, but there is also a hairdresser among them.
"Erm, Tyler Moore..."
"Tyler. Call me Tyler."
It is a bit uncomfortable, but he will be soon my husband anyway. He is right. I have to get used to it.
"Tyler, I would like to make my hair cut, maybe I could wait for you here." I point to the store.
"My friend's store is probably not opened yet, so we have time. Come on!"
He smiles, and began to pull me toward the hairdresser. It is a small store, only one woman works there. Despite the early hour, she is busy with a customer, but for Tyler's question she says the the next appointment is empty. We sit down in the small store, and watching as the woman is cutting the customer's hair. She finish soon, and after the customer has left, she turns to us.
"What kind of cut do you want?"
"Cut it bald!" I ask her.
She and my fiance are shocked at the same time and then start protesting.
"Leave some hair on your head at least! Just a bit!" asks Tyler.
"No. I don't want to deal this long hair anymore! It was always forbidden to cut, because I had to look good. Do you know how irritating was this length?"
I say it to the most inappropriate person, because Tyler's hair is longer than mine! But I don't want this long hair anymore.
"Now, I want to be a fighter, so it would be dangerous to keep this amount of hair."
"Let's make a deal!" asks the hairdresser. "I'll cut you a short, easy-to-use, and even trendy hairstyle, and if you don't like it, I'll cut it bald. What do you say?"
I agree, so she combs my hair and cuts my locks one by one and put them on the table in front of me. I don't feel sorry for them. My head is noticeably relieved.
"Do I have to cut you bald?" asks the hairdresser, when she is ready.
"It is good! Really good!"
I shake my head. My new hairstyle is keeping its form without using chemicals. It is short, easy to wash and comb, so it is perfect. I don't know how trendy it is, but I think I look good.
"It suits you!" says Tyler, smiling, and pulls out his purse. "Birthday present!" He says before I could protest.