- Did you go to army straight from school? Venla asks as they decide what they want to eat. Not an easy choice. Everything is so expensive Venla has to hide her schock. It’s better be on gold plate with those prices.
– Mm. And after mandatory service to cadet school and after that to National Defence University.
– Is that really an university?
– Yep. Academically trained soldier! Ilari says proudly.
- So what is your title?
– Master or War Science.
- Sounds fancy, Venla tilts her head.
– Could sound so, but everyday work is more down to earth. Ilari shrugs. - Nothing fancy about that.
– I thought you can’t talk about your work? Venla is suprised.
- Not much but I’m head of my training unit now.
– And you’ve been on foreign missions too.
- Twice, Ilari nods. – and I’m going again when basic training starts to feel too boring.
- When?
– Not anytime soon, Ilari comforts her.
- You have done so much. Venla feels overwhelmed. - It makes me wonder how old you are then?
- 33, Ilari replys.
– Year of boobs and ass, Venla comments without thinking more.
- Excuse me?
– 3 and 3. Boobs and eh, ass, Venla explaines and turns red.
– No you didn’t... Ilari stares at her and then burst into laughter and has hard time to get it back into the line. People turn to look at him. – We are in fine dining restaurant and you just say something like that with straight face. He says when he gets back to control, corners of his mouth still twiching.
- Ok. I'll get me coat, Venla mutters her face bright red and feels so ashamed she wants to leave right now.
– No no no. You're not going anywhere. Ilari reaches for her hand. - That was the best ice breaker ever!
– We don’t belong here, don’t we? Ilari says when they get their dishes.
Venla shakes her head.
– I’m sorry. Food is delicious, she admits in quiet tone. – But I don’t like it here.
Ilari nods.
– Well. Honestly. Me neither.
– It’s all too polished, too fancy, people look really uptight and judging. Like it’s fancy facade where everyone is pretending to be something they are not, Venla sighs.
– Well put, Ilari agrees and realizes this was part of his past, part where Virpi tried to mold him to fit in this picture. He didn’t see it before, thought this is the way they should do it but seeing Venla’s distaste for the place makes his own true feeling surface too.
– Actually I hate this. He says and with those words makes it easier to breath for Venla.
- I don’t know would you like it, but I’d rather take you out to woods or to lakes. Just to sit somewhere out there and watch the stars or stare into the flames while listening nature’s own nighlife.
– I’d like that, Venla smiles. I’d like it a lot.
– Next time we go out in diffirent style. Ilari says with certainty.
– Only If I can walk again, Venla sighs.
– I have no doubt about that. Patience, Sweetie.
- If you say so. Venla isn’t so sure about it. – Actually. I’d like to make you dinner myself. I really enjoy cooking.
– I’d like that too, he says. – In my point of view you could cook on a place like this and everyone would praise you, Ilari draws his chair closer.
– Flatterer, Venla gives him a bright smile.
– Not without a reason.
– I don’t know If there’s room to that anymore. Ilari looks at his desert.
– There’s always room for desert. It goes to separete stomach! Venla says with straight face.
– What?
– Howcome you haven’t heard about that. There’s certainly diffirent stomach for deserts. Venla says cheerily. - Except for ice cream and chocholate.
– Let’s hear it out then. Ilari sounds amused.
– There’s always some room for desert and if you feel you’re full, you still can eat ice cream to top that.
– What about chocholate then?
– It goes to diffirent stomach too.
- Really?
– Mm yes. When there’s no room for even ice cream you can still get piece of chocholate so it must go into diffirent place. And when you are done with chocholate, you can still eat more ice cream. And continue that till you explode.
- Sounds like overdose on sweets.
– Pretty much!
- So total is three separate stomachs for diffirent deserts? Ilari plays along.
Venla nods.
– Damn. They didn’t teach that when I had course on anatomy. I definetly have some new intel for my colleagues. He looks thoughtful.
- Well. What do they know. This is greater science!
– All I know is you should be prepared with emergency pants if you plan to eat that much.
– What are emergency pants? Venla raises her brows.
– Ha, and you think you know about eating too much? Ilari grins. – There’s elastic on waistband and extra button for serious cases.
– Oh, clever! Venla laughs. – I had my doubts coming here, but this turned out to be so much fun.
– Hmm. I think now is good time for this, Ilari finds something from his pocket. – Since I ruined Christmas, this is supposed to be a late Christmas present. Give me your hand.
– You didn’t need to do that, Venla blinks.
– Yes I did. I’ve feeling bad about what happened. He says and puts shiny bracelet to Venla’s wrist.
– Oh. Thank you, she looks at it.
– Do you like it?
– It’s beautiful! She gives him radiant smile. – Guess who’s getting laid tonight.
– Never really doubted that, Ilari grins back at her.
– Ooh. Naughty!
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