S2 38. Not available

- Are you still angry with me? Iiro asks next day at the bar.

- Angry about what? Oona tilts her head questioning.

- Ok. Good. 

- We all make mistakes, she shrugs. - But we better learn from them. There's warning tone in those words.

- There's no need to slap my fingers anymore, Iiro smiles at her. - Lesson learned. 

- Good. Because next time the "slap" comes with fist and full swing.

- Ouch. You'd probably wipe my face with dirt If you'd want to. You are badass.

That makes Oona laugh.

- Probably very true, but I'd rather not to do it. 

- So next thursday is on?

- Why, of course?

Dark, tall and bulky man comes to bar. He stops at the door and looks around before entering. Iiro sighs in his mind.

 Yep. That’s definetly the type that thinks they are so alpha as fuck. He looks like he’s used to give orders and not taking any whining about it. Just like Ilari. His gaze scans around the bar. Many girls look at the dude curiously. Damn. So much for the hunting ground. 

Anyone can start lifting weights but that dude has serious feeling of danger in him. Something about the way he moves. Guys like that make Iiro always nervous and unsure of himself. He looks the man walking to bar with confident steps. Ngh. Iiro hates him already. 

– Tomas? He hears Oona gasping. – What are you doing here? 

– Got earlier flight, the man says. His voice is fucking annoying too. Deep, booming and raspy, just the way that voice of movie premiers had. 

And then Oona comes behind the bar, put her hands around his neck and kisses him. Iiro grittes his teeth. 

Fuck My life. 

So. This is how real jealousy felt like. Burning, black void. Oona is dating. And not just taken, but with that semi-god of masculinity. Congrats, idiot. You certainly know how to fall to wrong women. Well, fuck it. Perfect excuse to get drunk to oblivion.

– It’s not like you to come back early, Oona wonders. 

– Needed to check my girls won’t tear each others faces off, Tomas says with straight face.

– Ha ha, not funny, Oona isn’t amused. 

– Seriously. You were so on the edge when I left I wanted to check on you. 

– I can handle myself. 

– So. Can I snatch you from work? Let’s go and eat out. Have some nice time together. 

– Hmm? 

– You missed together time. 

- Are you real? Oona tilts her head. – I have only my working clothes with me. 

– I got you a pretty new dress and heels on my way to airport. 

– Is it black? 

– No. But humour me.