Moments

I Spy

Even tries not the buy out the store, really he does, but everything looks so good. Fresh skolebrød, kringle, and apple cake. He couldn't choose, so he's grabbing a bit of each, as well as some fresh strawberries and sour cream to go with the vafler he plans to make for breakfast in the morning.

The original plan for tonight was going to be a nice dinner out, someplace quiet and not too fancy. Even wants the evening to be special, but he doesn't want to go overboard. It's only been three months. And as eventful and life-changing as they have been, he knows he'll want to do something again for their six-month-aversary, not to mention their actual anniversary.

He's thinking trip somewhere for that one, just the two of them. Amsterdam, or maybe Copenhagen. He loves Denmark.

"Will that be everything?"

Even smiles at the attractive, young cashier. Her blonde hair is a shade lighter than Noora's if that's possible.

"I think I have enough."

"How many people will be at your little soiree?" Her grin is sly. Inviting.

She's flirting and Even grins back. "Two."

As expected, her eyebrows rise. "Er...wow, yeah. I think you have enough." She carefully places the pastries in a box. "Special occasion?"

Even nods. "Yes. Very. I'm celebrating a milestone. With my boyfriend."

The blonde's eyes meet his. "That's...so sweet."

She's trying hard to hide her disappointment which only makes Even's smile grow wider.

"It is, isn't it?"

"He's very lucky." The cashier lowers the box of pastries into a brown paper bag. "You're very thoughtful."

"I try." Even grins again and fishes his wallet out of his pocket. "How much?"

"Two hundred forty-seven kroner, please."

Even pays, accepts his change and the bag, and turns for the door. He just gets it open when he hears the girl call out to him.

"I hope you have a lovely evening, the two of you."

He turns back to her, beaming. "Thanks, I hope so too."

"And if it doesn't work out, you know where I am."

Wow. Bold. Even winks. "I sure do."

He steps out the door and is surprised to see Jonas there.

"Hey!" Even walks over to him. "What're you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you that."

Even lifts the bag and wiggles his eyebrows. "I am shopping."

Jonas nods over Even's shoulder toward the bakery. "Who's that?"

Even frowns. "Who's who?"

"The girl."

"The cashier?"

"Yes, Even." There's bass in Jonas's voice and none of the crackling mirth that Even is used to.

"She's the cashier."

Jonas eyes him. "I thought you knew her or something."

"Uh, no. Never met her. Just here to buy pastries." Even holds up the bags to demonstrate.

Jonas doesn't respond, he just starts walking.

Even jogs to catch up.

"Why did you think I knew her?"