12

As luck would have it, not a single interesting idea came to mind. Drinking in the gazebo again? No, it won't do. Go to a cafe? It's also somehow not very interesting, and it's not a fact that Alina wants to, but forcibly drag her there-even worse, because she will probably sit with a sour face. To come up with something else like this? A simple walk through the evening Abrau-Durso? Well, maybe it's a good idea, but again: what's really interesting about this? Although... if you make some pleasant surprise during a walk, then it is quite possible to achieve a certain effect. For example, to give her unexpected flowers. Yes, this is a good sincere gift. It's also very romantic. As you know, most girls love romance, even those who try to firmly deny it. So it's decided. The next evening immediately drew itself: we will take the most beautiful painted boat, champagne, exclusively produced at a local factory, and we will sail… Well, in the afternoon you can take Alina to the champagne museum. I've already been there, but I don't think she has.

Time flew by unnoticed, and soon Alina came out of the water. She was walking slowly towards me, swaying her hips, as if she was deliberately seducing me. She gracefully straightened her hair and smiled. All this led to the idea: for what, why? After all, only yesterday I was crying about my unhappy love.

– And why did you get out of the water so quickly? – she asked and lay back on the towel. - Are you offended with me, or what?

– What could I be offended about? - I rested my elbow and stood up so that in the prone position I could look into her eyes. – I just didn't want to anymore.

She met my gaze, narrowed her eyes slyly.

- What if you wanted something… Well ... okay, I'm still silent.

– That won't do. Since you've already started, then talk to the end.

- No, I won't. Forget. Alina turned her gaze to the sky and sighed. – How nice it is here. It's beautiful, quiet, no fuss, but something is missing.

– I even know what, - he lay down more comfortably, directed his gaze to the water surface.

She was immediately curious.

– And what is it?

- Forget it. Consider it not said.

-These are actually my words, – Alina was indignant and lightly poked me in the side with her fist. - Come on, tell me.

- No, I won't.

"Well, Dam," she insisted, and continued to terrorize me with light thrusts. – What are you like this one? I'm wondering now what you were thinking.

Then I decided to answer a little-I touched her side and lightly tickled her. The reaction followed immediately: she laughed, twitched and tried to remove my hand.

- Well, that's it, stop it! I'm tickled!

"So be it, I'll have mercy on you," he stopped tickling and abruptly changed the subject so that she would forget about her curiosity. – How about a walk along the embankment in the evening? Or maybe you have some ideas about what else to do?

-Your "what else to do" sounds like, you know... as if you're hinting at something, – Alina explained slowly, with deliberation.

– No, I'm not hinting at anything. I don't know what's in your head. Maybe you have your own suggestions for the evening.

- Are you sure you're not hinting? And then look ...

"And now this is almost like a threat –" I grinned. – And so I look.

"At me?" Well, yes, I know how you look, " she sang and quite unexpectedly left: – You like me, don't you?" Tell me honestly.

That's how I asked it. It is always difficult to answer such direct questions, especially when the answer is positive. What she just decided to achieve is not clear at all. The only thing that has become very noticeable is a change in behavior: now bold, then drooping, then completely mysterious.

– Why would you want to know that?" And anyway, we're discussing what the next evening will be like, and you've already started talking about something else entirely.

Alina smiled contentedly.

– I understand. So, you like me, since you're avoiding the answer. You may think that I'm still small, but I'm not stupid, and I see everything.

I was already frankly starting to get nervous because of her persistence to prove to herself that I liked her.

"Okay," he deliberately raised his voice and looked at her. - Yes, Alina, I like you. Are you happy? You know yourself that many people like you. At least just because she's beautiful. This is the most honest answer.

– Well, the fact that you confirmed it, I'm glad to hear. But when they are valued simply for beauty, it is not very good. After all, everyone still has their own inner world.

Well, yes, well, yes. It began: you need to love not for beauty, but for a deep inner world, and so on. I've heard that a thousand times before. It's all about the same thing. Take it and don't say anything about beauty, so it will get you later on the type of "well, tell me that I'm beautiful". No, no matter how hard I try, I probably will never be able to understand the female mind.

- I agree, but, as they say, they meet by their clothes… That's the same way when meeting-they look first of all at the appearance. And only then they study the so-called inner world –

- It's a bit sad that this happens. But, you know, I'll admit it to you: I like you too, Dam…

With my right foot, I felt light and gentle strokes up and down. I quickly took a look to see what was happening, and was literally stunned by what I saw: Alina stroked me with her feet and gave me the tenderest smile. Goosebumps ran through my body, a wave of excitement surged, and I had to change my position from the inconvenience in front of her and lie on my stomach so that I would not be betrayed by obvious signs of how much I like her.

I no longer understood what was happening to her. Even at night, I seemed to suffer, and then I gave this out. This is downright adult-like. So I also like it, although I signed myself up for the friend zone. Probably, everything is not as bad as it seemed, but the feeling of something wrong and rather strange did not allow you to completely relax in order to give yourself complete freedom of action here and now.