Flask 2

The lift landed and she opened the gate for me. I walked ahead and turned quickly with my hand outreached to grasp her hand. She lifted her right hand and the looked in my eye. She leaned forward and took my hand. The diamond on her middle finger sparkled in my eye.

“Natasha, but my friends call me Sasha,” her eye sparkled liked that diamond on her finger.

I was enamoured with her beauty for a minute and she snapped her fingers in my face.

“Who are you?” she laughed.

“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 is 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.

“You get off often?” Sasha asked. “You know, ride the elevator often. I prefer taking the stairs but who knows these days with so many people being robbed in their own homes, pure habdasharry.”

“It's quite silly really when you think of it,” Mik agreed. “Even in our homes we are no longer safe from the vile intruder with his eyes only on gold and silver and diamonds and roubles. What would you prefer in life? To live in fear, or die in peace? That is the ultimate question, really, if you really think of it.”

“I don't prefer to think at all. I find that once I start to think I get lost in my own mind. In that vortex of space and time. Don't make me start, oh lord.” Sasha smiled. “I really shouldn't. Now you say we should stop for a cup of coffee. I'll take you up on that offer, young sir!”

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and I held the door for her. She walked passed and brushed her hair into my face, that smell! Oh god that aroma. The life in my body went to my crouch and my eyes fluttered. I lost circul atory ability in my brain and I could only taste salt and vingar crisps. The hairs on the back of my neck went clockwise. My hands began to shake and drool formed a pool at the corner of my lips. My toes reached upwards and my heel buried deep into the concrete.

And then it was over. She walked passed me and twirled showcasing her one piece vintage moomoo. Well I call it a moomoo but I think the proper term for the outwit we be au couture. Blah! What the hell is such a thing? I've heard of one pieces and two, but I don't know the other “accessories” if understand me mutually. Finally, we have come to our d'accord, our end of conversation at this point for now I must keep fully ascertain to the young woman before I can muster up enough gusto to have another one of these rendevous we keep adjoining ourselves with.

“Where were we?” Mik asked.

“Just pitter-patter small talk. You say you prefer La Cafe over Americano? Each has their own uniqueness to their essence. I like the patio at La Cafe, but I also like a strong man who can make a decision for themselves and choose a patio, even if it isn't the preferred choice by a date. Are you that man? Or are you just another boy?”

“I'm an atheist, ma'am.” Mik replied.