So just pull the trigger.

27. I need more coffee

"Let me read the messages," Misha asked the next morning when they had sat down to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Joni hesitated since he knew how reading them would only vex Misha further. And for a moment he sat there, silently sipping his coffee. He just wouldn't have wanted to deal with this.

" Joni..." Misha said, looking at him intensively while reaching out across the table to get his phone. "I need to see them!" He demanded, which annoyed Joni.

" You could ask more nicely," he took note. "It's not like I demand to read the messages that you receive."

"Well, I don't have a psychotic ex-boyfriend. If I did, I swear you'd get to read his messages," Misha pointed out and for a moment they stared at one another until Joni sighed and reluctantly took his phone from his pocket.

"Easy to say when you don't have one..." He muttered and searched the messages that Chris had sent. He hesitated for a moment still, looking at his fiancé who looked impatient.

" Well?" Misha said and with an exhausted sigh, Joni gave his phone to him. Misha frowned; his expression darkened further while he read the messages. Joni shifted his gaze to his breakfast pancakes which he now stabbed with his fork. 'Blueberry pancakes.' He had wanted to try them since... Well since he had dreamt of a trip to the United States. His idea of an American breakfast, no worries about calories or health factors, such things shouldn't be worried about on holiday.

He had hoped that this unhealthy breakfast would cheer him up. But now he just felt disappointed, the pancakes merely reminded him of how different he had wanted this trip to be. He had no appetite.

Misha partly listened to the songs that Chris had linked, and Joni glanced at him. Misha looked furious; you could almost imagine smoke coming out of his ears. The image, however, didn't amuse Joni as it might have in different scenarios.

Joni shifted his gaze to the window, looking at the street. It was raining wet snow, and people who walked by looked agitated, stressed, and busy. Most tried vainly to shield themselves with umbrellas, that were useless against the wind.

The weather wouldn't have been a problem, had they been in a more cheerful mood. They could have searched for a better café house with Misha, perhaps do more shopping, and later stop by somewhere nice for lunch. Perhaps they could have even visited some museums.

Instead, there they now sat, Misha cursed Chris to hell and beyond, fumed about how the man should have been kept behind bars for the rest of his life. The sentence he had received had been ridiculously short; a tune that Joni had already heard often.

" We have to inform the cops!" Misha finally decided and Joni brought his gaze back to him. "Fuck it! I'll call him. This needs to stop!" He said in anger and Joni managed to snatch his phone back from Misha's hand.

"You won't call him," Joni forbade him. "I'm doubtful that it helps anything to inform the police either. We'll see, perhaps he stopped."

"Hah! He should have stopped the minute he received that restraining order," Misha pointed out sharply. "I wouldn't trust that guy for one minute."

Joni sighed, feeling bored, and brought the coffee cup to his lips. "Something must be done," Misha continued." If that Aki character..."

" Gods, I don't want to keep talking about this!" Joni snapped and rubbed his temple feeling a headache approaching.

"Unfortunately, we have to," Misha pointed out. Joni gritted his teeth and gazed back outside. "The problem won't go away if we don't face it and deal with it," he continued looking at Joni who in return continued avoiding his gaze. "I don't want Chis to manage to surprise us."