“Oh, sorry. My name is Mik. My
friends called me Mike. I have no friends.”
“That's too bad to hear Mik. I, on
the other hand, have many friends, but also many enemies. They take
my good deeds and turn them into rubbish, claiming my good fortune
towards them as hostile. I don't know how much more stress I can
absorb from it.”
“You have such grand pronunciation.
You must have gone to the gymnasium haven't you?”
“Aw, my dubious wit amazes even I.
You are a smart man, Mik, maybe too smart for your own good. I like
that in a man though. A sense of danger, yet meek and mild. Like a
tiny mouse who yearns to be a rat.”
“I can assure you I am no rat dear. I
work very hard for my knowledge. I read a paragraph everyday and I
write three once a month. Some would call me a scholar, if I wasn't
so pre-occupied with my work,” Mik looked at Sasha, hoping for an
admiring response in her eye.
Sasha looked down at her hands. That
diamond did sparkle, it was no joke. But, what did it mean? What did
that tiny little stone mean to such a versatile woman, one who would
judge another so vicariously about their own presentation. She saw
Mik before on the elevator but never dared speak to him. She was
married at the time but now that she was closing on a hefty divorce,
her inhibitions (and her libido) were on the prowl.
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