In the park

One of those sunny days that ask for going out, love and making love in the wild. We're driving to a lake surrounded by a park on the city outskirts. Talking about life and how it's changed since we've known each other. It's been merely a year, I note after a short walk as we sit on a bench concealed in the corner.

Sitting in the restaurant an hour later, I feel like it's been a century, not a year. It all simply... clicks. Yet the timing is far from right.

How did you dare?, she texts me late at night. Dunna, I answer. Most probably, I felt like doing it so I did.

Hope there's more years to come.

What crisis?

It's one of those unexpected quiet parties. Fancy a joint?, a colleague asks me as we're driving home. It's Thursday afternoon, half-weekend, therefore I don't even pretend to hesitate. I'm in.

Sitting on the bank of the river, there's us and some others, all office rats puffing their laziness away. They let Ellie go, someone mentions. Yeah, boobs didn't help, did they?

Swans are having bread rolls instead of an afternoon tea.

Inline skates are in again.

So are the miniskirts.

Sun is setting. I enjoy its rays touching my skin after months of wintery coldness. And the ice inside me is melting, too.

Wireless fidelity

Plastic People come there — and so is she. They have a beautiful prehistoric iMac G3 in the back library-slash-office, I had one of those once, too. The bar is usually crowded and noisy. And polluted. Smoking is still allowed in pubs in this country. I should hate this place, yet I love it.

I didn't expect to see her — at least not anytime soon. She called saying she had a problem with wi-fi and asked if I could come over to fix it. Yeah, I guess I could. Instead, we met there. She talked a lot and I patiently listened. And then we went sleeping at her place. Separate beds — for those who care.

The morning was lovely and intoxicating, it felt like mornings in Paddington. I went to buy ingredients and she prepared a luxury breakkie. We giggled as if... —

I slapped her ass few times as she danced around the kitchen more naked than clothed. I could sense her pussy under almost non-existent panties. Then she stripped and I gave her a massage. How close were we? Could I? Couldn't I?

I didn't. I know where to find her and she knows who to call in case there's an issue with wi-fi again.