Nice Voices - English Version

Chapter 5 - Take a Break

Aoi begin to take as habit to call the girl whenever he had free time, increasingly more and more often as the days passed: from an hour or so every now and then, he found himself looking foward the time when the meeting where he was now would end, so the guitarist could run out of the building for a smoke and a chat with Fura-chan.

Reita obviously had to butt in, asking how it was going with the number given to his friend, but Aoi had quickly avoided the question sending him to hell with a bump with his fist against the bassist's shoulder.

Aoi then walked past him taking out his dear cigarette before opening the exit door.

Once the filter was caught between his lips, the guitarist took the phone from the back pocket of his jeans, looking for the girl's number scrolling down in the phonebook app.

When he started the call, he wedged the cellphone between his ear and his shoulder to take out his lighter from the other pocked, lighting the tobacco with a quick suck of air from the filter «Welcome to the erotic phone service Nice Voices, pure pleasure for your ears» Aoi heard the recorded voice and immediately pressed the number five button, sure he would hear the cheerful greeting of Flaminia in a couple of seconds.

Instead he felt the cellphone make a couple of indecisive buzzes, before the taped voice could talk again «we're sorry, but this voice is currently unavailable. Press zero to receive a message when your selected voice will be available again or press asterisk to return to the main menu» he was told, his happiness slowly melting away.

Unavailable? Probably some other costumer preceded him with their calls...nevermind, he pressed the zero on the numpad and after few other thanking words looked the call stop itself, leaving him seeing only his display fade softly back to the background.

Aoi waited then for the message and, in the meantime, began to smoke slowly, staring at the road under the emergency stairs, watching people walk back and forth, across the road on the pedestrian crossing or entering the stores, getting out some time later.

The dark, thoughtful eyes of the guitarist followed a woman with her dog on the leash, a group of highschoolers, a couple of girlfriends and work colleagues, wondering again what face could possibily have Falminia.

The night before he made a rapid call when he just returned home, changing the friendly tone of the conversation into something more sensual for a couple of seconds, asking her for example what she liked in a man and what she looked like, talking explicitly about the shape of her face or what haircut she had.

Aoi couldn't be completely disinhibited while talking with Fura-chan, although it was literally her job to talk about kinky things, but the joyful and tender tone in her voice made him curl in embarassment when the thought of that same voice with a more malicious vocal timbre bubbled up in his mind.

Flaminia described herself as a quite chubby girl, with short pixie hair with a longer tuft of hair going to the left to cover a big portion of her forehead.

Aoi closed his eyes while trying to imagine her at the best of his abilities, taking another mouthful of smoke from the cigarette.

She wore a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her button nose, big chocolate eyes looking at him with glistening happiness, full rosy lips always stretched in an amused smile.

The guitarist chuckled softly when he remembered the huffed words of her while talking about the color of her always flushed cheeks, but as he asserted her, it mattered little to none to him...in fact, it probably made her even prettier, as if she were eternally shy.

When Aoi felt the warmth of the cigarette's ashes far too close to his fingers, his eyes opened and the guitarist had to search for the ashtray nearby before he could burn himself.