S2 14. Have we had sex before?

- Want something? 

Iiro raises his eyes to look at the short haired girl behind the bar. Same black hair and clothes. Ah, she's bartender here.

– Yea. another round, He says. 

– You are staring, she points out. 

– Have we met before? 

Girl gives him a long, tired look. 

– You don’t recognize me? She replys and brings him another beer. 

– Thanks. Sorry, no. So we do know? Iiro raises his brows. 

– Ha, wouldn’t say we ”know”, she shakes her head. 

– Have we had sex? Iiro goes straight to point and makes the dark girl laught out aloud. 

– In your dreams! No way! 

– What do you mean no way? Iiro gets little offended. 

– Forget it, she still laughs. - I've been working here for a year so you probably saw me here. But yes, we do have short history. 

– Okay. Give me a clue? Iiro gets curious. 

– You got spiky hair back then. She says casually and goes to plock some empty glasses.

 Spiky hair? When did he have spiky hair? Iiro takes a swig from his beer and keeps thinking. Cancer was found when he turned 22 . Before that he had long hair. He had short and spiky hair when they moved to dad’s from their grandparents place from Joutsa. Back to Helsinki. Back in primary school.

- Were we at the same primary school? Iiro comes into conclusion. 

– Aren’t you bright. she hmmps. 

Iiro furrows. 

– I still can’t remember who you are? 

– I think we never talked, she says and continues putting dirty glasses into washing machine. – I sat on the front and you hanged at the back of the class room. 

Iiro goes silent and really reaches for his memory. Who were on his class? No. Couldn’t be that easy brunette? He goes thru all his past classmates on his head. Who was that cute blonde? No. Not her. And then he vaguely remembers that quiet chubby girl in front seat with thick glasses. She never got his attention for being almost non existing. What was her name? 

– Oona. Iiro tries to remember her name. That ain't easy. Names weren't really sticking in his mind. – Are you Oona? 

– That took you long enough, she gives him a amused smile. 

- You look so diffirent, Iiro is stunned. 

– It’s been almost 20 years. she replies. – You don’t look excatly the same either. We were children then.

– Mm. Guess so. Iiro is still dumbstruck. Oona is like a diffirent person. Ok. He never talked to her or heard her speaking but still. That is a huge metamorphosis. 

– You look good, he states the obvious.

 - Thanks. I know, this time she actually smiles.