"And then I realized how it all fit,
so perfectly,
my hands in his,
his lips against mine." -Unknown
The next day Quan walked into an office full of roses. The entire room was brimming with flowers placed in every nook and cranny. He double-taked and blinked a couple times, hoping he hadn't gone mad. Emerging from behind his bookshelf stood an embarrassed Ivan with one, single rose in hand.
"You have no idea how hard it is to buy five dozen roses during a snowstorm."
"Maybe if you didn't act like an idiot yesterday, you wouldn't have had to."
"Look, Quan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I-"
"I'm not a teenage boy Ivan, you didn't hurt my feelings, you invalidated them. Just because we are CEOs of major companies doesn't mean that we can have hearts. The moments you think that, you aren't living anymore - just surviving."
"I have survived for way too long. I want to start living, but I need your help."
"That's all you had to say."
The two walked hand in hand as they exited the building and strolled onto the sidewalk. It was there that they realized, that out on the streets, they did not have to be anything or anyone, only themselves, and that that was enough for each other. They walked into a small bakery across the block in a small nook.
"I've never seen this place. Where are we?"
"Sweet Sensations run by the best of the best, Sugar Momma." Ivan let out, with a small chuckle.
"Sugar Momma?"
"I don't know, she refuses to tell me her actual name." Quan laughed in response.
The two walked into the shop and waited patiently at the podium for Sugar Momma.
"Momma, Ivan is here!" I small voice sounded from the middle of the store. A old women, presumably in her let sixties peered out from the kitchen.
"Egor is here?! I haven't seen that man since he stole my virginity in the middle of a boat ride to the promised land!"
"NO MAMA IVAN. I-V-A-N!" The girl's annoyance was clear as she spelled out the name, as if this was something that happens often.
"Evan? I haven't seen him since we did jello shots off of an assortment of cheap strippers."
"MAMA. IVAN IS HERE. WITH AN I."
She had finally finished walking out of the corridors and was able to get a good look of Ivan. She was a short old woman who had thin white hair neatly kept into a bun. She had flour and frostings all over her apron and was fixing her glasses to get a better look at the both of them.
"Ivan?" She whispered. "Ivan Guskov?"
"Hi, Mama." Ivan stated, crouching down to her level and giving her a chaste hug." Through all of this commotion Quan stood in the corner, wanting to witness the spectacle that was Mama in its entirety.
"Ivan Guskov." She stated again before smacking Ivan hard on his side. "IVAN GUSKOV, I DO NOT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I HAVE SEEN YOU!"
As Ivan was getting beaten up by a seventy year old woman who seemed to be winning, Quan stood, laughing until tears were coming out.
"My knight in shining armor! Save me from the wicked witch!"
"I'LL SHOW YOU A WICKED WICH! HOW DARE YOU NOT VISIT ME SOONER!"
Quan was rendered useless and he slapped his knees, uncontrollably laughing.
"MOMMA STOP DISABLING THE CUSTOMERS!" The same voice yelled again, though this time, it was completely in vain. Momma did not hear her over all the ruckus she was creating, as she continued her assault on Ivan.
Finally, he managed to squirm out of her grip, barely. As he returned to a normal position he straightened his coat jacket while staring down at Quan. "Thank you for saving me!" He snapped sarcastically.
"You are very welcome." Quan gleamed.
"Kady can you seat these fine gentlemen to a table, please." She asked the girl, acting as if she wasn't just recreating a professional MMA fight minutes ago.
"Right this way, sirs."
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this hella short but I just really wanted to get what I had published so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
