Homecoming

Chapter 31

I really changed my life after our conversation. Finished folly has occurred, and although I preserved myself that it doesn't happen to something, it didn't happen.

She was a Saturday's penultimate August day, and I took a good mood to work. I was entirely elsewhere because I tried to invent the program for tomorrow. She was to be beautiful Sunday, and as well as the last thing about the spring holidays, I didn't want to forward her at home.

"Kirsten .... ? " He pulled me out of the idea of a male voice.

I stopped in the middle of the step and looked for a man who belonged the voice calling my name. There was a journalist with a dictophone in hand and a wide smile.

"Hello," I greeted him nervously, although I didn't have the smallest idea whether it was right this way.

"My name is Erick McTaylor and I work for Sports Diary. Should you have a few minutes on me? " He asked me straight.

Although I would most like to cut up no, she took legs on the shoulders and flee more easily, I just sighed, deployed the artificial smile and attracted his head.

"Is it true what about you and Max Kendall says?" went straight on a thing.

"I don't know what you mean," I removed and walked fast to the café.

"That you go together," he didn't marry.

I had anything to do to keep peace and couldn't hire my irritation. I opened and closed my mouth several times, but I didn't get out of myself or an audience. I actually had no idea whether Chem to admit it this way before the world.

"Do you go together?" He improves me an impatient look.

"Yes, we go," I removed slightly distributed. Its access and pressure was not tasting, and I didn't know how to answer his questions. It was worldwide that journalists prove everything to inflate and do from the mosquito a samar. I was afraid that I will hurt my testers not only himself but mainly Max.

"What is it going with superheve?" He picked up on.

"I don't know it," Idle shoulders.

"You don't know that the Maximilian Kendall is the best footballer of times?" He rolled his eyes on me a reporter whose name I was forgotten between it.

"I'm not thinking about him as a superstar, but as a normal and loving person. Max is very kind, sympathetic and attentive. I realize these properties and not whether he won or did not win some cup. "

"That's nice, but life with him is different from the life of ordinary people. Do you perceive the difference? "

I started to feel disagreement. I had no idea what reply expected me. Max had a kick of money, a nice house, but it also had other people. Otherwise he came as a normal ordinary man.

"No," I removed and added to the step.

"You want to say that you don't perceive the difference, or do you indicate that you don't want to answer?" He tried to make me a land.

"I'm the difference about I'm starting to perceive," I admit. "So far, no one wasted me with meaningless questions as you now," I believed and indirectly excited him before the cafe door.

I was going to the cloakroom and bolved on the first chair on the shaken feet. I was herself angry with myself that I let him dial. Although I would like to say, forget it, it won't be repeated, I don't craze that I would only lie to themselves. Our relationship is just now starting to roll and similarly unpleasant conversations I will have to face more and more.