FLOWER

CHAPTER 8.5

Connor arrives by motorbike. He is always nice and helpful. I, for one, feel a little embarrassed. A strange guy had to save me. We were going in the same direction as the wolves fled. Additionally, it gave me heart palpitations.

- You're sure you're okay? - He asks.

- Yes. There are many wolves here.

- A lot of them, but they rarely approach these areas. Especially they don't keep an eye on people in trees.

It's good that there will always be a place for me in those few percent of statisticsk. Being for everyone else only something unreal. We are standing in front of a huge, raw and modern house.

- Come in. You'll wait for dad inside. - Connor says encouragingly. He points in the direction with his hand.

- Thank you.

So I walk next to him. He leads me to the kitchenette with dining room and living room. Smooth white walls are a background for heavy dark furniture. There are no pictures, napkins, candles or any decorations anywhere. The large kitchen blends harmoniously into the entire room.

- Make yourself at home. -I sat down on a bar chair by the island kitchen. He looked at me carefully with green eyes. - Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, - Yes, yes, I want chocolate - sooku. - he drawls the last word. - I make excellent hot chocolate with whipped cream and cherries.- I can't. Don't tempt me, man.

- Juice is enough.

- You didn't convince me. -Is he serious?

- Please don't make a problem for yourself.

- It's no problem, just pure pleasure to make chocolate for you.

He puts cream and a bar of chocolate on the stone counter. So I can't count on pouring boiling water over the powder. After all, you haven't done enough for me. How can I thank you for all this? I admire the ritual of making chocolate. The whole tedious process. And the host turns out to be a master of his art. I look at the man and I am very impressed.

Of the offspring, the sorcerer most resembles him. Connor has neatly styled hair and a trim beard. Liana's hairstyle, however, seems to have a life of its own. Connor's oversized t-shirt hides everything. But just by looking at him he seems to be a very strong and confident man. He's pleasant to look at. I still don't fit in with such old kids. He seems really young, even the beard doesn't make him look any older. He must have had it very early. I sigh. I can't watch men in the kitchen. It's too distracting for my proper thinking.

He places a masterpiece in front of me. Hot chocolate decorated with whipped cream and crushed grated chocolate. And the cherry on top. I fell in love. It's a shame to breathe around it, let alone do anything else.

- Thank you very much. - It tastes delicious. It's exactly as it looks. - Delicious.

- I'm glad to hear that.

- Do you want something to eat? - Yes, I'll eat a horse with its hooves.

- No, thank you. - Without exaggeration, he has already done too much.

- So yes. Now all I have to do is guess what. - He smiles playfully at me. He has a radar for lies in his eyes. Soon I will be like a tomato.

- Mr. Davis is already too much.

- Not Mr. but Connor Róża. Sandwich, pancakes. - As he said this word, he smiled victoriously. - It was quick. Now with what? - I realize how bad I am at lying. But this is too much. He reads me like a book. - Chocolate, cherries, jam, maple sauce, whipped cream, strawberry, blueberry, peach. And I have everything. -Tomato is not a sufficient word, beetroot is it! I am him one to one. Without a doubt.