MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

GET DOWN, MAKE LOVE

To make things worse, Enzo decided to put out all the stops and come Chri's flat. The days passed and things didn't get better between them and he was drying up. He longed to see him out of the set. Chris welcomed him with a rather forced smile.

- May I come in? -Enzo asked careful.

- Come in. Would you like having dinner with me? Well, with us.

Ekaterina poked out her red hair at the kitchen door. She was wearing an apron and had a big wood ladle. He stared at her dumbfounded and she came closer to give him a hug.

- Hello, Enzo. Vecherya us?

He tried skillfully to react and doesn't seem so clumsy as Chris wanted to made him look.

- You're already speaking a good english. I see that she likes Dublin more than I expected -Enzo turned his fiery gaze on Chris.

- Yeah? Vecherya?

- Sure, Ekaterina, are you cooking the dinner? -he mimicked as though he stirred with the big ladle.

She understood him quickly and nodded smiling.

- You couldn't warn me your girlfrind was here, sure -he muttered when Ekaterina returned to the kitchen.

- What's wrong with you staying to have dinner with us? You are getting along quite well, aren't you?

- You are a real bastard.

- Come on, help her if you want to win your dinner.

- You know perfectly that I can't distinguish between a lettuce and a cabbage.

The bulgarian cooking was very influenced by serbian, croatian and turkish cooking. Chri's precious girlfriend had cooked a tarator soup as a starter. It was a cold and freshed yoghurt soup with cucumber, garlick and nuts. The next dish was musaca, layers of mince, slices of aubergine and tomatoes.

All through the dinner Chris was impertinent. Instead of agreeing to interpret for them to ease the communication he washed his hands and he let them to manage by gestures.

Once finished the delicious garash cake, exact likeness the Sachertorte, Enzo said goodbye as much kind as he could. Chris kept Enzo company to the lift now with a radiant smile.

- You haven't won the match, you know? -Enzo said pressing the lift button.

- I have not only levelled the scores, but I've trashed you in your own territory.

- This is not my territory. Otherwise I would wipe this damn smile from your face.

- Can't you lose?

Enzo got into the lift adjusting that leather jacket in which he looked so good but Chris stopped the door for a moment.

- Do you think Teri is sucking her finger?

- I don't get you.

- Do you think that the other day she was at the set by chance?

- Didn't she come to see her lovie?

- No, she came to see you.

- Really? So you have talked...

- I swore her time and time again that we had nothing to do with each other. Not now, not before.

- I see that she convinced.

- Do you know how?

- I can imagine.

- No, you can't imagine -he assured him very serious placing his outstretched palm against the wall lift.

They had arrived the floor zero and he was getting out but Chris pressed again the number 12, his floor.