Chocolate & Whiskey

They're different.

So different.

Emre never stopped wondering how much he and Leyla were different from each other. Kindness and responsibility ― these are the very words that described Aydin best. Devoted to her ideals and her work, she easily joined the friendly staff of the agency and very soon became an integral part of it. It seemed that this modest and hardworking girl, despite all her seriousness, had some natural charm, which made it impossible for anyone to remain indifferent to her. But how can she, so honest and innocent, pay attention to someone like him?

Emre, despite attractive appearance, has never been a sincere person. The foul play that has become his indispensable companion for many years doomed him to dirty lies and constant loneliness, the inability to open up, and show someone his true nature, which has long been bogged down in the depths of his soul, shrouded in darkness.

This true colors, unfortunately (or fortunately), no one noticing. However, in some incomprehensible way, it noticed Leyla. With her gentle hands, she allegedly extracted fragments of hatred from his wounded heart, stitched and treated invisible, but such painful wounds for Divit. The girl, perhaps, was one of the few who still had the opportunity to save him.

Alcohol was also saving him. Searing scotch whiskey in a glass with transparent ice cubes. Strong drink helped to forget. Perhaps, that's why Emre loved it so much.

The last drop in a very recently full vessel, and one single phrase in the head.

"I didn't come to please you."

It seems it's time to uncork the bottle and splash some more.

"You are right, I left Emre Bey. I left once and for all."

Need a drink. This time in one gulp.

Once Leyla found him when he was absolutely drunk. He was drilling look an empty glass, and couldn't find the strength to re-fill it to the brim. Then Divit, not too well aware of what is happening, even offered a drink, but Aydin in response just shook head and took a half-empty bottle from the table in order to carry it away from him. The girl never drank much, but on every dinner together Emre gradually taught her good wines, believing that sooner or later this skill would come in handy.

But hot chocolate remained the best delicacy for Leyla. Appetizing dessert decorated with a weightless white cloud of cream. A small sip of surprisingly thick aromatic drink helped Leyla to forget all the bad things that happened in recent days, and easily lifted her mood, made her believe in the best. She and Sanem often drank it together in childhood. Over time, sister preferred tea to thick chocolate, and the passion of both girls for sweet gradually subsided. However, Leyla didn't change her habits and often recalled a small family tradition.

A cup of melted Swiss chocolate, white cream and a small cookie on a saucer. Through the glass walls of the office, Divit looked at the assistant, who with a happy smile was enjoying her favorite drink. It must be very sweet, flashed through his head, as sweet as she herself.

Must admit that Aydin kept well done: luxurious curls, light makeup, emphasizing her natural beauty, and a stunning purple jumpsuit with a plunging neckline. At the very thought of her, Emre forgets how to breathe. And Leyla didn't seem to care. She behaved as if nothing had really happened between them, and everything remained in its place, as it was before. Partly it was. But in the girl's eyes appeared, unfamiliar to Divit until today, coldness and, of course, nothing good it did not promise.