That Bitch..

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I'm not a big fan of museums and arts.., but I did enjoy the Rembrant's museum. I was walking side by side with - Max, who was rambling about the art and artists and all those nonsenses. I was trying to look like I'm interested, but truth to say..every other minute I got more and more interested in him. He was well spoken, his voice was soft but firm. I liked his longer dark hair, tanned skin and green eyes. He was very good looking men - and he smelled good too.  I felt like I'm just doing a beat-box with all my "Hmm", "Yeah" or "o.k.". 

When we were done, we walked in to the Diamond museum. I love the sparkling stones.. When we were about to leave my cell ringed. It was Camille..

"Hey girl, what are you up to?"

"I'm in museum.." I walked little further from Max, so he can not hear me.

"Museum?! Are you stoned?"

"No..Where are you?"

I did not understand where she is, but i did understand that she is cancelling our lunch and she wants do do some dinner around seven.

"..I'm sorry, I will make it up to you.."

"Don't worry Camille..I will see you at six.." I hang up and looked at Max talking to some lady.

"It was Camille," I said to get  his attention. "She will meet with me at six at the hotel room.."

"Are you hungry?" He asked..

We went to the small restaurant for lunch and wine. I ordered salmon and potatoes and he ordered steak. He was talking and I found myself totally drowned in his charisma. I was sitting in front of him, staring at him having no idea what the hell is he talking about, but he was looking soo good. He pour me second glass of the red wine.

"..what about you?" That was the line I got.

"What?" I felt like he woke me up. He frowned, i guess he found out, that i was not listening.

"Where have you been?" He smiled.

"I was ehh, just thinking about," Think Michaela! " ..about my mom." Well. I could think about something better than that.

"Your mom?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about you mother." Does he really wants to hear about my mom? I took a sip of the wine.

"She is a teacher. She is a french teacher. My mom is boring.."

"I don't have mother." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear that.."

"I grow up in orphanage. My mom gave me up. Do you want to see the the Venice of the North?"

"Sure."

We took a boat ride through the canals of the Amsterdam. I put my hands in the pockets of my coat. it was getting dark outside and the air become more fresh.  The city lights were reflected on the surface of the water and freezing air was pinching my cheeks. I looked at Max sitting next to me, who was checking his Iphone. I liked him more and more...There was something about him what was attracting me. He looked at me..i moved my eyes aside to the old Amsterdam's buildings along the canal. He moved closer to me and I felt my heart stop beating. I could not focus on the beauty of the Amsterdam or the tour guide, who was trying to entertain us. Max pointed the building, where was George Clooney's movie made at and also the some other famous hotel..I looked the way he pointed his finger and the cold wind brought the smell of his cologne to my nose. As we were passing under the small bridge the boat shook sideways and i felt on his chest..