Elastic Heart

Part 2 (English)

POV Demet

 The image of the sweaty Can, with the shirt glued on his body, repeated in my mind all the way since I left that dance studio, just like the way his smile came when I said something funny, sometimes purposely just to hear his laugh gros and contagious.

I looked at the kitchen around me, angry, asking me since I had become so observative, and I concentrated on opening the wine. Alcohol. That's what I needed, I wouldn't drink too much, just a cup, because I knew tomorrow we'd work normally. I opened the dark cupboard, removing two glasses and serving us. I walked into the room, with the cup between my fingers, looking for the sound box I had seen the other day here, and I turned on the sound, satisfied with the music that began to play. I thought about what we could do for dinner. I opened the fridge looking at what could have in there that would help me. It was funny how Can was really prevented, or exaggerated. He always had a lot of food at home, and all sorts of things. I didn't think it, I knew how much food was moved, so it made me happy to know that he really cooked all that stuff, and he wouldn't let it spoil. 

I went to wash my hands before I started cooking, and as soon as I seasoned the meat and put it to bake, I took several vegetables and greens to make a salad. I started cutting, concentrating, things in front of me, and just the sound of music in the background and the knife against the board were audible, because I was the only one who could hear my annoying thinking. He kept popping up every minute since Can showed up at the studio. 

"Concentrated? "T he thick voice brought me back to reality in a fright.

"Can! "I shouted, taking my hand to my heart, recovering the knife that had dropped on the board. — "Are you trying to kill me from a heart attack?! We have a show to finish, I can't die and leave things pending." I tried to control my breathing, staring at it. His white shirt brightled him even more, and his hair was wet and loose. He was as rebellious and charming as possible. I whispered, clearing my throat, and returning to the forgotten vegetables before me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, surprising me. I lifted my gaze back at him and denied it with my head.

"Can, you don't have to apologize. I know I didn't mean to" — I looked at him confused, and he just shrugged. I pointed to the cup I had served him, and I took mine to toast. I took a quick sip of my wine and closed my eyes, thankful for the drink. 

" What a delicious smell!" exclaimed.

 "I took what most caught my attention in his refrigerator, so we're going to have roast lamb chops" — I pointed to the oven, toward the meat I had seasoned and put to bake. I laughed because it was something that really made me want to eat. He looked at me, stunned, and Cardozo into the oven, laughing.

"Delicious, but I'm going to finish your salad as soon as you're ready. Allah, I will not wait 3 hours and a half until the meat roast, I will starve" — He opened the fridge, removing some cheeses. I stopped what I was doing, watching him take a knife and start poking them to eat. -"What?" -he asked when he saw me staring at him.

"What?" —  I made the same tone of his voice, snorting. — "If you complain about cooking time for my dinner again, I'm going to kick you out of this kitchen, send you to a restaurant and eat it all yourself!" - He laughed, raising his hands in a sign of surrender, and Tepe me a piece of cheese.

"I said I would not wait, not that I would not eat" — his voice was amusing, as he wined at me. What was going on over there?! I was silent, returning to my work of making the salad for the hungry gentleman. "Demo?"