Angelica was waiting for Alex in a cafe. She took the menu, opened it, closed it and hurriedly threw it on the wooden table, turned her head to the window and looked thoughtfully at the passersby. A leg in a gold sandal with a thin high heel lived its own life, swaying nervously on the second.

- Easy, girl. You just thought.

Alex called and invited her to dinner. In the old cafe near his work. Where the waiters went silently, and only flashed shadows betrayed their presence. But who looks at the shadows?

His voice was cold and distant. As if he gave fragmentary instructions, excessively barking at his subordinates, and echoes echoed echoes. This was the first time. He usually pulled away and listened to her nonsense at the floor of his ear.

She just arrived from the resort yesterday. He met her with an armful of yellow roses. Maybe this is a sign?

Women are as follows; - they dream up a bunch of options, half of them with a deadly disease and a sudden selfless death, and the reality is completely different. “Ugh, well, at least alive! And crawled, though his Ebola fever beats. Buy a shawl, bl ... ".

And the price of the question in the usual triptych; - I throw you. Men do not think in several categories, everything is simple and ordinary, like a cycle path in the park.

Only then, the ominous sense of what is said comes in full. Here, who has some excerpt. Who grabs a thick glass ashtray, someone for a car key ring, and someone for a shovel, if in the garden, of course, he plants a flower bed with gladioli.

Men are usually afraid of women who smoke indifferently. Or mysteriously, silently looking at the interlocutor. First, a universal joy, she let me go, forgave me, amen, went on to decorate and fertilize this world.

But no. As if almost a star of the semi-first row, but already on the sidelines. Boomerang is always there. These females feel each other, mutual responsibility. And if not a cold dish of revenge, then the other will repay the same coin, it will be even more painful.

There are cowards and tantrums who do not answer calls, and if they answer, it is foggy, whispering like from a dungeon, supposedly, he reconsiders his life. Probably, the scouts are preparing and putting an end to their passions. Although another predator took him to the far distance on the wings of love, goose-swan, bitch. These do not count, most of these men. Country scouts and secret agents.

Lika wore a white dress that favorably shaded Mediterranean tan. The open shoulders of a chocolate shade with their fragility could bring to the emotion of anyone. The white belt intercepted a thin waist and gathered the dress in irregular folds. It looked spectacular. Careless expensive modesty. Of course, the bag. Gently peach color from Fendi, the famous creation of Peekaboo, is in demand for more than one season.

Blond hair gathered in a sloppy bunch. Lips are painted with bright red lipstick. It is immediately obvious that the person was preparing for the final round or a beauty contest.

Alex entered the hall. White shirt with rolled up sleeves. The top three buttons are unbuttoned and open the mighty chest of a former swimmer. Black jeans sit beautifully on slender legs, and a dark belt with a buckle emphasizes the hips and you want to bite him for a beautiful ass. Stylish sunglasses give sex appeal and charm. In one hand, he holds a gift bag.

Lika flowed as she saw her male. I waved my hand, here I am at the third table. He came up, took off his glasses, kissed her on the lips and sat down opposite, putting the brought gift on the sofa next to him.

- How is the mood of the princess?

- Waiting for a miracle. And so, still fresh impressions of the rest.

- Let's have lunch and then we lose.

- "Here it is! And the package is ready. I wonder what he put in it? Maybe a ring? But not so banal in the afternoon make an offer. Or maybe ... ".

The waiter ran up. He took the order and disappeared into the sunlight.

- Honey, I want to give you a gift. Worthy of your beauty. Do not say anything.

He took out two ashen-colored velvet boxes from the package. One long and flat, the second the usual.

Lika opened a small one and saw white gold earrings with beautiful black pearls. They shimmered in the light of all shades of ultra gray.

- What a beauty, - fascinated, like a victim of hypnosis, looked at the earrings. Then, having forgotten where she was, took off her diamond earrings, and put on a gift.

Earrings played in the light. They were very blonde. Interesting design and unusual color emphasized the unusualness of the gift to a beautiful girl.

The second opened before her a graceful wicker chain, and on it was a big black pearl. She clapped her hands and gladly put a necklace on her thin neck.

- Thank you for the incredible gift. You are my miracle man.

Alex blushed and coughed into a fist embarrassed.

The waiter set up plates of food, a basket of soft and hot bread, laid out cutlery in linen napkins, uttering:

- Bon appetit, - and left.

Alex pounced on the food. It was like I hadn’t eaten for a week, but here such luck. Or did he fill his mouth with borscht, so as not to answer Lika's questions?

Hot coffee is served, they are sitting rattled off from a hearty lunch. Silence is in the air. Alex looks up at her and begins his speech. Not to the prosecutor, but in the face of a girl who was already former and beloved. Hard and mercilessly, like a woodcutter chopping off his shoulder so that it does not hurt:

- Lika, I decided first to put an end to our relationship with you. I understand that this decision was hard for me and did not come immediately.

“Who is he talking to?” No one seems to be around. ” - She looked around.

- Despite the long term, I still treat ..

- "Fuck, it's me." Breake down? In high season? And Ilya's holiday, and Kupala with a fern? Where is my name colt? I shove his head off, for she needs to think. Control? But what about, I'll get there. Dramatic, but sexy. As if I was an intelligence agent. ”

- Long suffered and that is what ..

- “No, better Kalash, yes it is. And so on the contour of bullets, not touching anything. Then in the second round. Spot shots in the forehead, heart and eggs. Am I bloodthirsty? Dismiss. "

- I know, we have a lot of connections, but ..

- “Bitch, binds him. Not devoid of self-irony. Dementre, yes it was he who would have sucked in on his mouth and that was all. In the 30's I would have to live alone behind the third ring, because I would look older than my mother. ”

- I want us to remain friends. But, the decision is yours.

“And even better, I am a spiderman and at a height of 123 meters he suddenly slips out of my hands. Oh, what a pity (I close my mouth in a fright). I fly alongside and watch dumb cries leap from his crooked mouth. Fear. Gummy, enveloping the whole space around He crap. I again give him my hand with a smile. He is hopefully in my eyes; - thank. You're welcome, man. Fly. And let him go again. Agony. Shvak on asphalt like a watermelon. Finita la comedy.

Lika was silent, she fell into a stupor with variants of execution. Alex got up and asked:

- You feel bad?

“No fucking good from such professional lifehacks.”

She said softly, but so that he could hear:

- Thanks for all. Go on. - I wanted to get up and make a capnic, but only wearily waved a thin hand.

Alex wanted to kiss her, but she dodged it.

He walked quickly, as if running away. But, for her, this time stretched out. As if she is in eternity and he leaves her. Day after day. Night after night. And endlessly, endlessly.

She sat for another five minutes, and then, clutching her bag, rushed into the lavatory. There it turned out. Heart pounded so that it seemed in the next room heard. Having washed, I looked at myself in the mirror. Bruises under the eyes, as if the angels of death jumped out to poke and did not hurry back. The face is gray and haggard:

- Gingema fell from the sky. And ruined all the holiday.

Painted lips, put on dark glasses, whispering:

- 1: 0. The season has begun.

Coming out of the cafe, she put her face to the sun, and the plan was slowly burning in her head like the fires of the Inquisition ....