S2 19. Why so serious?

- Why so serious? Oona raises her brow. Iiro is here again and it looks like he never goes home anymore.

– Lot on my mind, Iiro sighs. 

– Want to share? 

– Not really. It’s a long story anyway. 

– I just started my shift, Oona winks. – You know what they say about bartenders? 

– Ha, good try, Iiro replys sourly. 

– So what you did after school? Oona asks bringing him his drink and changing the subject.

– Went to art school, Iiro tells and his dark expressions changes a little.

– I do remember you drawing and scketching back in school, Oona nods. 

– it was more doodling back then, Iiro shrugs. – I do it for living now. 

– So you became artist? 

– Sorta. I’m AD in small advertising agency. 

Oona whistles.

– Wow. Wouldn’t think of it of you. So that's what you been doing with that laptop. 

Iiro nods and takes a drink.

– So. What did you do? It's his turn to learn more of Oona.

– I went to university and I’m still working with ny master’s thesis on social psychology. 

– you need to be smart to do that! 

Oona gives Iiro a long look. 

– You think I’m just a nobrainer who ended up working in a bar? 

– No I… I didn’t mean it like that. Iiro says apologizing. 

– You did, Oona sighs. 

– No no no. I didn’t mean to offend. 

– Wow. Must be your first time. 

– I wasn’t like this before, Iiro frowns. Buried his face to his hand. – I just messed up pretty bad and it’s eating me alive. 

Oona doesn’t reply, just looks symphatetic and let’s him go on. 

– I fell into my own trap, Iiro huffs. 

– Someone played you? Oona smirks.

– No. I got burned. I fucking fell in love. 

– What happened? Oona gets curious. 

– Lost my chance. She dates my big bro now. 

– Oookay. That sounds much more complicated than you are telling.

– I wasn’t able to be there often enough. Iiro shrugs. - God, I hate military service!

Oona wants to ask howcome Iiro was there now, but that is clearly another story.

– Did she have feelings for you? She asks instead.

– I think so, Iiro says.

– And both you and your brother chased the same tail? 

Iiro nods. 

– So why are you here all day long? Why don’t you go to her and fight for it? Oona suggests. Geez, men can be so daft sometimes. 

Iiro thinks it for a time and his face turns even more miserable.

– I can’t. She doesn’t want to see me anymore. 

– Why? 

– I played her really bad, Iiro sighs. 

Oona facepalms. 

– You really think that was a wise move? 

– Geez, I’m not dumb, I was desperate, Iiro frowns. – Fuck. Like I really had any chance against my almighty bro. 

– Almighty? I wouldn’t be that certain. Oona shakes her head.

– You’d probably lay yourself into his feet too if he would walk here, Iiro sulks. 

– I doubt that, Oona looks questioning. – No one’s that good. 

– Ah-ha. You haven’t met him. He comes by, broods little and every woman in the room are attracted. 

– Come on! Who would fall for that. Oona laughs and sees Iiro’s expression. – So, your girl falls for that type. But so what? If your reputation was even half correct you had all the chances. You are better than that. Show it! 

– How? 

– You could start by saying you’re sorry. 

– Tried it already.

– Try again and make it count. Sometimes women need more confirmation.