Pt. 7 – Previous parts in the serie can be found here.
A weekly blog serie based on the character Mia – the rebellious one. A single twenty-something woman in search of many things – love not being one of them. Complicated is her middle name.
Previous experience suggests I’m a do now, think later type of girl and that’s not about to change any time soon. I put crazy aside, it’s Monday and nightfall is upon us. And I’m craving for something sweet. The way my mind works is baffling at times, also to others – my therapist included. I may exaggerate for a moment or five and may or may not cave into paranoia. It all depends on the situation in hand. My craziness takes the lead before realizing my absurdity.
“Where to now?” he asks, eyes wide with excitement. “The night’s still young.”
“For the moment…” I start, putting a grin on my face. All my worries seem far away. “I’m craving Ben and Jerry.”
Expecting him to know what Ben and Jerry is, rather than who.
With my favorite flavor in my hand, one gentle taste of heaven I’m in an euphoric state of mind. “Nothing can put me down when there is ice cream present,” I declare, putting a smile on his unlined face that shows no signs of time. Despite his thirty-five years.
He chuckles, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I thank him once again for my cookie dough, however, too focused on every scoop of deliciousness. Alas, the sense of his stare watching over me distracts me. I offer him a tiny scoop as I look up. He shakes his head with a polite smile. Eyes lit up. His face amused at my excitement for ice cream.
“No, thanks. I’m not an ice cream enthusiast,” he says wiping the corner of my mouth. His thumb gently brushes over my lips. Like a child I seem to lack coordination. I don’t hide the tingling excitement as my mouth slightly opens. Spellbinded by his stare once again, he mouths, “Enjoy.”
The wind blows through us, a cold breeze cooling me down. Removing his hand he takes a glance at the city life surrounding us. People passing by as we stand under the street lights.
Back to life. Breathing again. “What now?” I say turning my focus back to Ben and Jerry.
I glance beyond our setting. Going ahead will unravel the noisiness of what Monday night has to offer. People laughing and talking in loud voices as if they were all deaf. Lost in their drunkenness. A familiar territory, I remind myself. But still amazed of how many people that’s out on a Monday as I’m usually having to gather forces. Behind me the pond, on the other side of the road is looking rather peaceful with the moon reflecting on the surface. An obvious choice for the both of us.
As we make our way while passing the town square I notice a buzzing sound. My phone vibrates to life. It stops before I’m able to answer it. But not before noticing the caller id – Maddie. Three missed calls. With her call a realistic thought pattern emerges.
“Shit,” I say in a lower voice, hoping Nicholas is deaf to my swearing outbursts.
“Everything OK?” he asks oblivious of the conversation I’m having with Maddie in my head.
My phone buzzes again in my hand. Time to face the music, a loud and thumping sound.
“I have to take this,” I say and press answer.
“What are you doing?” her voice is light but her words, urgent. I wait for her continuation. I figure if she’s talked to Henrik – which I’m certain she has – she knows what I’m doing. I stand by, waiting for an expected lecture. Like an adolescent I contemplate of a story to get me once again out of trouble. Knowing perfectly I’ll be grounded after this.