For the Love of Ballet

Chapter 6

I quickly let go of his hand and continued to walk at a quick pace. I heard Dimity chuckle from behind as I walked away quickly, even if I had no idea where I was going. I quickly shot a very angry glare, making him stop chuckling.

“Is something wrong?” I asked him.

He slowly shook his head and proceeded walking, I sighed and followed him. Like Vronsky said, we arrived to a small isolated coffee shop five minutes later. I couldn't help but stare in awe, the coffee shop was small yet cozy. The small coffee shop was the size of a small European cottage. Various types of flowers adorned the entrance. I felt as though I was transported to a magical fairy tale meadows I read so much when I was a small child. I smiled as I gently placed my hand on the rose petals, this place was amazing.

I felt Dimitry gently holding my hand and walked us both inside and sat at the farthest booth, which had a best view of the front garden. A young waitress, around her mid-twenties, walked to where they sat and greeted them.

“Welcome to La Café Paris, what may I get you for this evening.”

“Tell Marie, I want two of the usual,” Dimitry told the waitress.

The waitress nodded and went back to the counter. I was quite shocked that the waitress didn't bother to flirt with Dimitry. He mouthed "she plays for the other team." I simply nodded and felt Dimitry's intense stare on me, I started to feel a little self-conscious. “Why would Vronsky want to have coffee with me?” I thought. I gave him an awkward smile and decided to start making small talk.

“So I’m assuming you come here a lot.”

Dimitry scratched the back of his head and sighed, “Yeah, when I was courting a young Veronica…”

“Is that so?” I was now curious, but acted as nonchalant as I could, “So were you guys a thing before she became famous?”

“Something like that…”

Just then the waitress came back with two mugs and slices of lemon crème pie. Dimitry thanked her once she placed them on the table. He took a small piece of the pie and moaned. As I watched him moaned over a pastry, a giggle escaped my lips. Vronsky raised an eyebrow, making me blush. To save her from more embaressment, I took a piece from the pie and smiled. It was one of the most delicious desserts I tasted in a while.

“Did you like it?” Dimitry asked as he wiped some of the crème off his thin pink lips.

“It’s very delicious, thank you Mr. Vronsky.”

“Call me by my first name, Alexei, or just Vronsky,” he smiled, "Mr. Vronsky makes me sound old. I am only twenty-three."

I simply nodded and continued to eat in silence. I think I preferred calling him Vronsky or Alexei.

“So do you know what performance you will be doing to the spring production?” he asked.

I lifted her head and slowly nodded as I swallowed my cake, “We’re doing Swan Lake. I know what you must be thinking, Veronica in charge of the production that basically ruined her career.”

“Actually… yes, I am quite surprised she would agree to it. She must have completely lost her mind,” Vronsky commented while looking at his hands, “How has she been, by the way?”

“I wouldn’t know Vronsky. She is making it quite clear that she hates me, since the first day she has set her eyes on me… I don’t even know why.”

“Maybe because you remind her a lot of herself…”

Now that made my ears perk up and I dropped my fork, “Wait, what?”