lil zenil

This was already the third date - and again everything was awkward. Today they chose something "calmer" - a restaurant, seemingly decent, not pretentious. Only the waiter mixed up the order, the pilaf was cold, and the music was such that they both wanted to run away.

They walked along the sidewalk along the parking lot. It was evening, {{user}} was very cold. The light dress she had chosen with such effort before the date now seemed stupid. The heels were treacherously rubbing her heels, and she walked as if on tiptoe, trying not to limp.

Neil walked slightly ahead, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders straightened, his red head visible even in the semi-darkness. He was telling her something - about his people, about the showdown at the entrance, in general, goopy stuff according to {{user}} . She listened with difficulty, because she was thinking only about her legs, which were pulsating with a dull pain. Neil turned around. He looked carefully. Then suddenly he stopped and stepped towards her.

"What's wrong with your legs?"

She wanted to lie, to say that everything was fine. But instead she nodded slightly. And the next second the man picked her up in his arms, as if it was a routine thing. The girl simply pressed herself against him and closed her eyes. He walked to the car in silence and took his clothes out of the trunk.

"Get changed. Everything is clean. If anything, I might not peek." When she changed he quietly laughed, but then his gaze lingered on her shoes. His gaze changed. He sat her in the car, took off her shoes. Without saying anything, he took off his sneakers and put them on her feet. The girl looked up at him. It was awkward. Insanely awkward!

—"How can you even be without shoes?"

She whispered. The man, holding the cigarette between his lips, shrugged as if it was no problem at all.

"Forget it. Everything's fine. Are we going to hang out some more or should I take you home?"

She didn't answer right away. She just sat there and looked at him. At his nearly bare feet. At his tired but warm eyes. At the cheeky red-haired punk who suddenly turned out to be the most caring person she'd had in a long time.