A story of love Shell on the beach

Victoria thought for a moment and decided that the cafe in the company of a cute stranger will be better than at home.

Okay, I would not give up the cake.

He smiled as he looked at her, blue, and it seemed to her sad eyes, then ordered the Italian wine, dark chocolate and cake.

-I Hope you will drink with me a little bit? he asked with a smile.

Yes, it is possible a little. Victoria replied confused.

Suddenly the phone rang, the phone rang this guy.

-Sorry, I leave you for a while.

The young man said, and hurried out. When he returned, the order was on the table. He poured wine into glasses, printed chocolate, and sat down across Victoria.

-Sorry For the question. What is your name?

The boy asked.

-Viktoriya, And you?

-Viktoriya, A beautiful name, and my name is Igor. Replied the young man.

Igor.

He was born into a wealthy family, childhood spoiled him all his close relatives. His parents had a reciprocal and faithful relationship, they lived in perfect harmony for almost twenty years. One day, his father found out about his wife's infidelity, and unable to forgive this betrayal, decided to divorce.

Igor was not the only child in the family, he had a twin brother. All friends and relatives advised not to separate the twins in a divorce, but my mother and father decided on his own, and he divided the children. Igor was left with his father.

Eighteen twins met every weekend when they came of age, his mother and brother went to Germany and Igor saw his brother only in the New Year.

Igor was not deprived of female attention, it was popular in almost all the girls he met. He wrote love notes, appointments, threatened to commit suicide if he refused. Because of all this, and because of the huge amount of attention from female Igor ceased to understand where love, and where a plot, and he put on a mask of cold indifference.

Love, he is regarded as a game, for he had no feelings or pain, he played with the girls, living in a dream world, where there was nothing except for things and money. All it was sold, all people and objects were ordinary things. Dolls and girl standing in front of him on the same level. He always thought that if they marry someone, it will be only an absurd accident, or because of pregnancy or because of something else stupid case. So he very carefully thought through all of his actions, and many accidents were solved for him.

Once it got pregnant by one person, he quickly solved this problem by passing through his driver a lot of money, and threatened that if she did not have an abortion, she will remain a single mother because of his many of his connections. Naturally she agreed to such terms, Igor never met her. Truly he loved only one person, it was his brother, for his sake, he was ready to go at all.

Igor bylo30 years, he led a large business, who helped him advance his father. In cases and in relation to this stage of life, it was all wonderful, and Igor would never have come late in the evening in a cafe on the waterfront. He always went to restaurants, with its contingent of people. In this cafe was forced to come to the gloomy thoughts about his brother.

Igor soundly drunk for a week and did not want to be noticed in this condition influential friends. The reason for this was a brother who was seriously ill, doctors expected him little more than a month. Thoughts of death of a loved one, drove him crazy. And today he walked in the promenade, alone with a bottle of expensive cognac and a bunch of gloomy thoughts.

Loaded to the limit, absolutely desperate, completely gone in apathy, he drew attention to her. Near the window, in the cafe, he sat the girl, so pure, gentle, lonely nothing. She kept her slender, graceful fingers, ladies cigarette and romantic thought about something. Igor could not pass up, he had to escape, and with such a beauty it was doubly pleased, so he went into this cafe.

The wine is almost over, and Victoria had thought that it was time to go home, as it was already one in the morning. Igor zapyanel even more, and that she did not like. His actions became increasingly decoupled, and the words began to attend mat. She knew that tomorrow he will likely not even remember her, and she decided not to waste time on sentimentality.

-Can I'll call you Tori? I asked Igor.

Yes, of course you can, you can even -You handle. Victoria paused a little, and then added,

-I Leave you now, too late, and I get up early tomorrow. Igor looked at her with big, wondering eyes, drank the last glass of wine in one gulp, and said,

You know, and I also have to go home, and if you loose, I'll take you.

Victoria was a little scary to walk through the dark streets with a stranger and a drunk guy, but she agreed, thinking that if she too was destined to die, then they do not watch out, and the fate of no escape.

They walked along the roadside, the cool wind blowing in his face. Hair Victoria's stick to shine on the lips, and she them and then corrected, Igor constantly with someone corresponded to the phone, and it is alarming. Igor told her about his business, that for a long time with no one to meet serious, and that he rarely drank.

All the way he did compliment Victoria, said that these beautiful girls have never met, and would like to see her all the time, if it was not against it. Victoria was silent most of the way, and the only answer questions about their lives and interests.

She did not see the point in his disclosure to a drunken man who probably has a girlfriend, and probably he just spent the evening with her because of boredom. Yes, Igor she liked, but some sense of it, if it had most probably a tenth or even twentieth girl with whom he hopes to share a platonic love.

Well, here we are. Victor said, stopping in front of the entrance of a nine-house.

-How Already? It is unfortunate that so quickly went our meeting today. 'Said bitterly Igor.

He looked her in the eye, close to her face, took her hands in his large hands, and began to approach his lips to her to kiss. Victoria drew back his hand, and by removing the person said,

-I Think it is not necessary.

Ah, yes, time has not come yet. Igor replied with a grin.

Well, then give me at least your phone number - he said with irony in his voice, putting the emphasis on formal appeal.

-Thank You for a pleasant evening. Victor said, holding out his business card with his phone number.

Today, she is faster than ever, climbed to the second floor. Victoria washed, spread a bed, turn on the music in the player, I lay down on a soft pillow and went to sleep. At three o'clock in the morning she was awakened by SMS from Igor. -Good night, beauty. Victoria also wished pleasant dreams.

After his message still has not been able to sleep. She thought about Igor, imagine how they will kiss, if the relationship will continue, he will embrace her, to give her his jacket when it is freezing as would give her flowers. She dreamed of this, man's love. Victoria did not know whether it will be with him, or someone else, but she really wanted was someone there, because she was so lonely.

Remembering the cafe where they were alone, she began to catch myself thinking that falling in love with this guy. But how is this possible, since they first met. His head slipped thought that if he wrote it, so perhaps he originated some feelings, but is it really Victoria knows tomorrow when Igor sober and be sane.

At ten o'clock, she was awakened by the doorbell. Victoria hurried to open. Behind the door was a courier with a huge bouquet of red roses. The man asked her to sign it, and hurried out. Notes in Roses was not, but she was sure it was from Igor. She had male friends, but in the past, none of them did not send her flowers, and it means that a bunch could send only one.

Victoria wrote a thank you message, but Igor did not answer. This day is for her lasted an eternity. She wanted to call him, but I was afraid, because there was little likelihood that the flowers could not send it. Maybe she liked the brand new guy from work, and he wanted to please her, or that neighbor who always makes her compliments, and maybe it's all a secret admirer, suffers from the fact that he could not approach her because of his shyness.

From all of these thoughts, Victoria has already begun to regret the fact that in general wrote sms. It represented, as Igor, having read it, he came in bewilderment, because he had seen her only once, on which a bouquet generally can be discussed. And in general, he was clearly sober and perhaps vaguely remembered her.

Evening came, her phone remained silent. Victoria had almost resigned to the fact that her meeting with Igor, as well as with all the previous guys, nothing. He was not the one she waited so long, dreamed about anyone, and who will be the rest of his life, as it usually happens, in beautiful novels and melodramas.

She turned on her favorite film, opened a bottle of wine, stale in the cabinet since the New Year, poured it into a nice glass and began drinking slow sips, like a taster. The mood was bad, so melodrama, she looked twenty times already, quickly tired.

Victoria turned off the DVD and hit the "play" button in the music center. Began to play a sad tune, waiting to hear the song the middle, she began to cry. She felt sad that all the people close to her are gone from this world, and now she's all alone. Boys Do not tie a relationship with her, as if she were some kind of leper friends all created their own family, and she did not even talk to anyone. She got up, went to the mirror, and said,

Me-too psychologist! Yes, you most to a man with such a profession, we must turn. Slushesh other people's problems, but at the very soul of a cat scratching on.

She wiped her eyes and turned away from the mirror, plopped down on a soft bed, and pressed his body against the pillow, as if the guy fell asleep.

Victoria jumped sharply from zvenevshego with her cell phone, called Igor. She answered the phone, and not having heard him open his mouth

-Privetik Tory, let me invite you to a good restaurant, at seven, I'll be waiting at your door. Failure is not accepted. And by the way, no need to thank me for the bouquet. It's just a flower, of which you deserve every day, because you will give me your smile, happy eyes and a rapid knock on my heart.

Victoria smiled and blushed like Igor stood beside her.

Thank you for the nice words you gave me the whole positive today. Well, I'll wait for you at seven, near his home.

-I Am very pleased that you agreed to. And at the expense of positive, if you want, I'll give you it every day.