– Nothing interesting, except for purchases for me today, it seems, promises, thought Anya.
But suddenly, drew attention to the guy.
– Pretty. Worth, thinking of something. I'll walk.
Passed.
– Not looking, parasite. Is that steel? Nothing. Now, I'll make the neckline looser, pull up the skirt.
In the course went the thighs and the hint of heels.
– Well? See? So. And, why, again turned his face. I don't get it, is he gay? A… I understand. Where the world is going, – decided the beauty.
And now, when all hopes and kinds collapsed and not having to stand still for a moment, somewhere from behind he heard a pleasant voice:
– Girl, I'm sorry…
– Ahh… so. Got you, darling. Dogs! But this light is not delivered. Alright, I'll let him enjoy a little, but we'll see, quickly sounded in the head, Ani.
She turned.
You dropped something, here, take, ' said guy, holding out his keychain with the keys to the car.
– It seems, overdid it with your hips, need to was wag not so self – denial-flashed in anybody.
The guy was handsome.
Thank You, naive child smile radiating a Holy simplicity, announced Anya.
The guy smiled modestly and went about his business without making any more sound.
– Hey, wait! Is that it? What, you don't even ask for the phone? – I wanted to shout after him. But the face was adorned with Holy simplicity. The mise-EN-scene to spoil it with no hands.
– A curious character got caught. They sell clothes over there, they must have mirrors. I'm gonna go see if there's anything wrong with me. Maybe the nose smeared with soot? Why he jumped? I don't recall that. Cute, bitch.
Anya walked over to the mirror.
No, soot. Quite a lady-candy. It's him. Contagious, handsome. All right.
The day went on as usual. Affairs-care, wheel of fortune and frustration, all as always. Few days later, Anna saw the same guy near her house, he spoke with a lady.
– .. so this, therefore, is the new neighbour – he realized Anya, Natasha, on the forty-fifth apartments said the man some comes up to the floor. We're neighbors with him now, too. Wondrously. What kind of MOP is that? Mom, maybe. No, kissing on the cheek as if it were not mom. Is that his girlfriend? Or don't you bring your wife?
Anya strained her convolutions.
– Wait. How old is he himself? Natasha said that the family comes for forty years. This that him forty that whether? Him? Forty? Him? He looks twenty-five…, six…, seven. Well, thirty… two… trio… not forty! Why do men age so clearly said, Anya – Oh, cute, an infection.