“Not like that, M. What’s on paper and the person before you are two separate things.” That’s a unique concept.
“Understood. When she asks me questions, do I need to be honest about myself?”
“Be honest, but you don’t need to reveal the stuff that you are not comfortable with. You’ll do well, M.” That’s the reason I called Alina, she listens to me and gives me great advice.
“Where are you guys going?” Irfan asks as he is massaging Alina’s shoulders.
“ToVrata Ljubav2.” Irfan whistles in approval.
“Fancy. I’m happy for you, man.”
“Thank you, brother.” Before I can proceed, Alina speaks up.
“Did you send her flowers beforehand?” Her question is almost accusatory.
“Fuck, did I need to do that?”
“You don’t need to, but it’s nice. Did you send her anything?” Alina seems angry, and from the tone of her voice, she has a reason to.
“M, you brilliant man, if you really want to win her over, send her something.”
“I could do that. Maybe I could send her a dress for tonight's date, along with some flowers and chocolate? She actually does need a dress, fuck, I didn’t even think about it.”
“That’s really sweet. I’m impressed. How do you know that she needs a dress?”
“I was in her apartment after I killed the guy who couldn’t take no for an answer.” Alina’s and Irfan’s lips are now a thin line, and with their eyebrows raised, they are nodding slowly.
“Of course you did. We have to go, M,” Alina tells me.
“Thank you for the advice, you two. We’ll see each other hopefully soon.”
“We will, take care, brother,” Irfan says, and they hang up.
Now I’m more at ease, and the first thing I do is call up Sara.
“What do you need?” Right to the point as she always is.
“You love expensive shit and great dresses, right?”
“Yeah, why?” Sara grew up in extreme wealth and always loved dressing classy and has an expensive taste.
“I need you to get me an elegant dress, suited forVrata Ljubav, size S.”
“Done. Is this for Lana?”
“Yes.”
“I know what to get her. When would you need it?”
“It needs to be delivered to her by tonight, say around 5 p.m.?” I hear Sara taking a piece of paper and scribbling something down.
“Done and done. Flowers and chocolate?”
“Of course. Thank you, Sara. I owe you one.”
“No, you don’t. Good luck on your date tonight!” And she hangs up.
Lana is changing something inside of me, and I’m not sure how she does it. And for the first time in life, I don’t mind it.
