October came as it often does in this town, with heavy rains hammering down non-stop, making everything look grey, dull and.. wet.. as people hurried as quickly as they could from point A to point B in their rain coats and under their umbrellas, only taking time for a quick "Hello" as they passed each other by...
Atleast for a while, until the weather cleared up and the sun
popped out again, making it possible to stay outside for longer than
15 seconds without getting soaked... and this day appeared to be one
of those beautiful days..
Bhavan wanted to make the best of it and called up his girlfriend
to hang out for a while in the park before
going to work...
Bhavan just wanted to hang out and chill there for a while, but
Beate appeared super excited this morning about his job as a fire
fighter, so he had no choice he thought, but to take her with him to
the fire station... ;)
Since the weather was so fine this morning the fire station was just a quick runners distance away, and there was no need to pollute the environment more than necessary by going by car..
After a quick and simple lunch Beate decided to entertain the fire fighters by playing the piano, which appeared to be a good idea, making the the fire fighters enjoy the day and making the environment pleasant and relaxed...
Beate is just one of many creatives in this coastal town, hoping one day to make it as a succesful artist. Jamming with others is of course fun, but so far Beate aspires to break through as a solo artist, maybe as a warm, but also slightly mysterious soul or jazz singer..
The chatter and gossip was lively among the colleagues as she
played, until the quarreler among them had to ruin the mood..
Vemund was jealous of Bhavan always getting his spot in the sunshine, whereas he always had to make do with standing in his shadow – even if Bhavan never cared for his position, and would gladly have given it away to Vemund if he could.. but that would require Vemund to learn a pretty basic skill in 'charisma' – to not constantly try to start fights with pretty much everyone around you...
Bhavan thought it was enough of that nonsense and wanted to spend the rest of his day by himself and doing something useful around there until his workday was done..
..while his girlfriend spent the entire day entertaining by the
piano, much to the amusent (and welcome distraction) for atleast
Bjørg and Sofia. ;)
At the end of the workday the sun was gone and it had started to rain again, so instead of taking her to the park (or anywhere else outside) again, he invited her to his house for dinner. A restaurant would be much to crowded for him, not to mention the risk of getting recognized and not left alone by the usual line of people wanting to get their piece of him... dinner at home in peace and quiet was a much better option..
There is hope maybe, because it looks like she's finding herself a
little bit at home as she goes to take out the trash while he's
inside cooking.. sharing house chores already, maybe.. :P
Dinner is served, please have a seat madam... Bhavan is far from
an excellent cook yet, so the best thing he could make for his
girflriend was a simple mac and cheese, however that doesn't appear
to spoil the mood.
Bhavan isn't very talkative, he never really has been, so it's on Beate to start the conversation by starting to talk about a new song she just listened too by some jazz band that she was sure Bhavan had never heard of.. even though he had, he just didn't tell her to leave her with the feeling of being the musical connoisseur she thought she was. ;)
Then brash as she sometimes is, she jumped straight to the next topic and suggested they should have some fun and make a baby...
Bhavan, who had just finished eating because he had focused more on it, than on talking, once more said nothing as he got up from his chair to walk over to the kitchen benches to do the dishes and put the leftovers in the refridgerator...
Beate, after doing the dishes and splashing water on herself, has
to stop for a moment and chuckle to herself while thinking about how
she heard Marianne Skurchkh died while working out earlier this
year.. pretty safe to say that Beate isn't really a mourning person,
but more the kind that would need a good coffin to start the day....
Ah yes.. nothing lift ones spirits and set one in the mood for a little romance like cracking a few jokes to oneself about funerals and death and stuff... Bhavan was more in the mood for hiring a butler to take care of the more homely tasks...
Beate had a different goal in mind.. this man was just so alluring, he didn't really need to much but simply exist to push all of her buttons and turn her on...
She indeed felt lucky to have captured
the heart of this man that everyone else more or less secretly wanted
to do a little tango in the hay with too.... but she had to promise
him they would be doing it the safe way, and that there would be no
babies...
"No babies..." she whispered to herself as she followed him to the bedroom...
..before undressing and putting on her
cute little bunny slippers. ;)
"Just imagine the most sensual of jazz tunes playing, while I guide you through this little evening waltz...."
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
-'Take this waltz', Leonard Cohen
Then it was time for relaxing on the
bed.. atleast for Bhavan. Beate was now satisfied, and felt her
mission was complete, and so with great pride she decided to stride
on out of the bedroom to go back home to her mommy and daddys house
again...
She already had a baby crib in her old kiddie bedroom and now she knew that in nine months time it would be useful again.. and, unless something happened in the meantime, Bhavan would have to cash out for his monthly child support!
Really, young miss? I must say.. this, err... this isn't what I hoped for just yet. You're doing things in the wrong order! If you ask me....
..and Bhavan, still in the dark about the trick she just played on him, and perhaps wondering about why she's behaving so oddly by leaving already after their little bedroom dance, returns to his usual evening routine of playing a little guitar to himself next to an unlit fire place before going to sleep... in his bed, alone...
Oh well, good night...
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