On that day I am very tired at school, and the road from Toten Court Road to Red Bridge and does crock me. At the exit of the subway I met a pouring rain - the first three months (me too ... England rains). The road from the subway station houses a profile I have at least 15 minutes. Moknut not like, and the rapid rush from one roof to another, I dobezhal to a single friend my Redbridzhe pub. Inside I met a disgruntled presence of a foreign person, surly bartender accepting me 4 pounds (instead of in the pub 3) for Bimisha pint and a nice mordashka with frightened eyes ustavivshaya look at the TV on which to scroll repeat football match. Based on no view, the match was not interested in her. I osmotrelsya again and realized that much more important it was to show others that they are no more interested in her game.
I podsel to it at a table, not moving with a glance from the TV.
- "not too pleased to be in a later time in istendovskom one pub, right?"
In saying this, I continued in the Tarascha TV, but side-eyed noticed that she turned heads in my direction. I looked at her eyes and smiled - corners of her lips barely noticeable dernulis and look left left. She introduced me as Kristel. Its nice English accent reminded lomanny Inspector Klyuzo from the movie "Pink Panther" (version with Steve Martin). It will veyalo fine quality aroma Perfume. "Christian Lacroix Eau Florale Blue?". Guess was correct. I made her smile, she oblokotilas on the table, her shoulders slightly reduced: it a bit. I relax and by adopting a more open and uninhibited posture.
We talked about the weather and a movie, the first in a long time, rain, and how very unpleasant vagaries of the weather can turn a pleasant meeting and neobremenitelnoy conversation.
We laughed and shutili, caught on a chilly views and again zalivalis laughter. I kept the little finger of the left hand between the index and middle and bottom of a large stroke cushion her tender fingers.
I like to feel her delicate hand in his.
Barman zazvonil in the bell and people began to slowly diverge. it was already about ten nights. She had to catch the subway. Helping her to wear coat, I vygnulsya slightly forward and breathed heady aroma of her hair.
All the way to the station we are silent. We have already come, but I still keep in her hands. She gently held a hand on my cheek, between us as if protyanulas invisible thread. Our lips soprikosnulis. We kissed under drizzly London rain, but I felt that on her cheeks flow does not rain drops. I looked into her eyes the last time and let her hand. She looked at me, her lips were slightly ajar, on the right cheek alone sparkled slezinka. Someone had to go first. I raised the cape collar, turned and zashagal toward home. I do not look back. And although we no longer saw, I was not sad. On that day I realized that perhaps the love there. On that day I came to love (at least, love - I know, I know - this is not the same) as close as no longer fit ever.
