Joost And me

In love 2

"Joost, didn't you come by car today?"

"No, I think the nature in your place is very beautiful, so I came by public transport." Then I could look out the window from the tram." His cheeks puffed up when he looked at me.

"So you like nature?" "Then what do you love most?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Hmm, that's difficult to answer... I actually like anything that makes me realize that I'm alive, but also that calms me down." His eyes looked hopeful, you can see that Joost is grateful.

"Nice answer, you're really good at telling stories." I said.

In the meantime, we walked to the tram stop and looked at the times board together.
"2 minutes" I shouted looking at the board at the same time.

"Or do you like listening to my voice? That's possible too, right?" He went back to what I had just said. I could tell from his voice that he was teasing me.

"I love your voice!" I just teased him back a little.

"Do you like my voice better during the day or at night?"
He licked his lips and waited for an answer from me.

My mouth fell open in surprise and fortunately the tram stopped in front of us, otherwise Joost would have seen that my cheeks were red.

He pushed open the door of the tram and during the entire journey to the center, we occasionally looked shyly at each other like two criminals stealing glances from each other.

He kept looking at me with those bright eyes of his and the white shirt he was wearing made his eyes look even more beautiful. As blue as the deep end of the sea. I occasionally noticed people looking at us, but I didn't care at all because we were in our own world.

Arriving at LA JAZZ ROOM, he held the door open for me like a true gentleman. I said "thank you" softly and he responded with "please."

The smells of the room greeted me, it smelled warm and even a little like Vanilla.
The lights were dimmed and in the background I heard the soft sounds of a trumpet and a piano.

Joost put his hand on my hip and guided me through the room, as if he had been here before. I looked into his eyes and when he looked back my heart skipped a beat.
He chose a high table near the stage and bar and a candle was burning on the table.

He walked to the bar and immediately ordered some drinks, one for him and one for me.
When I sat down on the high chair he looked at me from time to time again, I felt my whole body warm up when he smiled at me again.
His eyes narrowed and all I could do was sit there frozen and watch him in love. In love yes...

He came back with a Long Island ice tea and I guessed it was for me because he had something else in his other hand.

"Look, beautiful." He put the drink down on the table in front of me and looked at me again with his searching eyes.

"Thank you, what do you actually have?" I asked curiously.

"Bacardi Cola, or a Baco." He pointed to his glass and took a sip.

"And why this drink for me?" I smiled shyly at him.

"Because I know this one is very sweet, I think you are sweet too so that suits you." He beamed.

"Sweet?? In what way?" I put my hand over my mouth and roared with laughter.

"What are your thoughts? Sweet as in your character of course!" He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head as if disappointed.

"Hahaha sorry Joost, I don't know what's going on with me these past few days." I lowered my lip slightly to arouse his pity.

"I know." He touched my leg with his knee.

"What do you think it is then?"

"You'll find out tonight."
After he said this, our conversation stopped for a moment because people were clapping because a piece had just ended.

"Joost, aren't you afraid?"

"Anxious? For what?"

"Afraid of where this is going to lead.." I suddenly became quieter in my speech.

"I'm not afraid, as long as I know that when the moment comes... you really want to go for it."

"What moment?" I asked uncertainly.

"To love, even to love me when I'm not well." "Even in dark days with lots of rain and storms, even then I want you to believe in me and love me... when the moment comes."
He visibly became emotional somewhere and his voice sounded shaky. He grabbed his glass and looked into it.

I don't know why, but I grabbed his hand and squeezed and put my other hand over his hand.

"Joost, everyone has those dark days... I have them too. But I promise you now that when the time comes, I will stand by your side and hold an umbrella over your head so that you will not suffer any more storm damage." My voice sounded clear and convincing, because I really meant it that way.

He looked up and nodded in agreement and then said:
"Pinky swear?"

"Yes really, pinky swear."
I let go and moved my little finger forward first towards his extended little finger. We sealed my promise, with our little fingers together.

After many good conversations and many drinks, we were both fed up again. The conversations turned from flirting to exuberant laughter, especially Joost because he could laugh really hard.

I looked at my phone and saw that 4 hours had already passed. I immediately thought of Mia who always says that when you have a great time with someone, time always goes by quickly.
I stood up and Joost immediately asked: "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to the toilet, I'll be right back."
I blew him a kiss with my hand and walked towards the toilet rooms.

When I had finished drinking, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. I was reminded of a few days ago, when I was in the concert hall and went to Joost's performance. And now I was standing in a toilet room somewhere else, but I had come with Joost, I suddenly realized how strange things can be in life.

I opened the door and immediately I heard my favorite song.. The Lady In Red, with the same melody as the original song.

Joost looked at me from our table, he looked intense and in love. He stood up and walked towards me singing along to the chorus.
He grabbed my hips and looked into my eyes as he sang the lyrics to me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and together we danced around the room, enjoying the music and each other.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face and gently tucked it behind my ears. He leaned over and whispered in my ear:
"You with that red dress on and this song on, I'm sure we are meant to be."

I hugged him and laid my head on his chest. I now know where the smell of warmth and Vanilla came from, it was his perfume.