- I hope Tomas brings back some goodies for us, Madde daydreams. – Too bad he can’t bring back Italian ice cream. I’d love that.
– Italian? Oona looks suspicious.
– He went to Firenze.
- How do you know?
– I was looking for something and saw his boarding pass.
– Madde. That’s not good. Not good at all.
– I know, we shouldn’t know but I couldn’t help but to take a quick sneak peek. I might have rummaged through his things a little.
– Are you serious? Those things are confidential! Oona cries out.
– I just couldn’t help myself! Madde shrugs.
– You are realising what you are doing?
– Being nosy?
– Madde. I’m serious. You can’t keep looking at his things and you need to keep your mouth shut. Glue your mouth shut if needed. Oona takes a deep breath and when she continues, her voice is shaky. - I’m worried sick every time he leaves. I can’t concentrate, can’t sleep, can hardly eat and now I’m scared you open your hole in wrong place.
– Everything is ok. There’s nothing to worry! Madde sounds so positive it's driving Oona mad.
– You don’t know it. Promise me you are not talking to anyone. Not even with your new bestie.
– Pierre?
– Whatever he’s called. Just keep your mouth shut. Madde, please!
– You are little too on edge with this. Tomas can take care of himself.
– That’s it. I can’t take this! Oona stands up.
- Where you are going?
– To The gym! I’m going to beat that sack to dust!
Iiro’s pen flys on paper and he doesn’t remember when he enjoyed live model drawing so much as now. Even with slightly shaking hands.
– You are good holding your posture, Iiro gives credit.
– I said I’m a pro, Oona hums, - I’ve done this for years.
- What made you to do it? Iiro is curious.
– What makes you to do anything? Oona chuckles. – I wanted to see how others saw me. To see could I push myself off my comfort zone and learn to enjoy it.
– Well, did you?
–I did a great work with myself to become what I am today. Of course I want to show it, she laughs. – I guess I turned into sort of exhibiotinist.
– This is a sight for sore eyes, Iiro smiles. – I don’t complain.
– You like it? Oona’s voice is playful.
– Err, I…Um. Did he like what he saw. Duh. Hell yeah he liked it. Was that flirting? He couldn’t tell.
– I made you confused. Oona realises. – Sorry. It was unprofessional from me.
- Tell me about the paper you are writing. Iiro tries to change the subject.
– There’s nothing to tell. It’s so hard to get it done. I have several hundred pages but I need to put it together.
– Sounds pain in your neck.
– Not only neck. I can’t concentrate at home anymore. It’s more than I asked for originally. I just can’t think there. Oona sounds frustrated.
– That must suck.
– Like big time. Yes. I feel I’m on the edge every second I’m there.
– You have home like that too? Know the feeling.
– Too much noise and I just worry too much of someone close.
– Tell me about it, Iiro sighs. – Been there done that.
– How did you got it worked out? Oona suddenly asks.
– Moved out on my own, Iiro shrugs but Oona fells quiet and into deep thoughts.
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