That Bitch..

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"I'm happy to see you are thinking about me too."

"I don't." I said it way to quickly.

"Really? Hmm. I think my heart is bleeding now."

Ironic asshole. I bit my lip to not say anything rude..

"How was your flight back home?"

"Bitter. How was your extended stay?"

"Not the same as it was before.."

"Michaela?" Somebody entered the bathrooms - and it was not a girl. Is he for real? I could see Jaro's shade on the floor.

"Yes?' I covered my cell with my hand.

"Are you o.k.?"

"Yes..I need five more minutes.."

He left.

"Five more minutes? That's all what I will get?" Max was trying to sound sad. At least I did not let him alone in the middle of Monaco.

"Well, I'm sorry. I will have to go..I just wanted to say Hi and thank you for everything.."

Michaela, you sucks.

"It was my pleasure. When are you off work?"

"On Thursday.."

"O.k. we can talk.." He said and we said Bye. I could not believe that I did call him and I thanked him for all that bs he did to me in Monaco. What's wrong with me? Do I really need to be polite all the time?

When I left the bathroom I was still in shock and not ready for Jaro who was waiting for me outside. He was standing with his hands crossed on his chest.

"That was really rude."

"What? Are you talking about yourself entering female's bathroom and bothering me there?"

"No. I'm talking about you Michaela. We were having conversation."

"Jaro..you were having conversation. I'm sorry..I just not having a good week or months.."

Did I apologize again?

Jaro shook his head.

"No. You were just plain rude.." And he walked back to the office. Really?

O.k. So for next couple of days I could not talk to Sandra, Vanda, my mom and Jaro..I was sitting in small Cafe place near to me apartment, having some cappuccino and working on my Termix review, when somebody's bag hit my table and my coffee spilled all over the place.

I tried to save my papers and my cell phone..

"I'm so sorry." He turned his face to me trying to reach for my paper work.

"Don't worry about it.." I become big softy. I was trying to dry my jeans out. Several tissues later he bought me a new cup of coffee.

"I should be more careful.." He smiled as he put the cup of cappucino in front of me. He had that bohemian look.

"Yeah, your bag is way to big."

"There is all my stuff in it..I'm an artist. Painter.."

"So I was hit by an art?"

He smiled. "I guess so. Can I join you?" He looked at the empty chair. I was not in the mood - as always, but why not.

His name was Karmel and he was originally from Morocco. I liked his big bright smile. He was studying an art.

"What are you painting?" I asked.

"Right now I'm trying to finish the Lemmer's winter garden.."

We spoke for an hour - until 8 p.m. and it was time for me to go home. He asked me if I am the regular customer in this Cafe.

"No. Not really.."

"So if I will come back  tomorrow at six you will be not here?"

"Maybe..you will see if you try."

"Maybe i will try.."

I left with the image of his big smile in my head. He was nice, funny - but he was not Max.