(Still in Agnetha's POV)
I stroked her hair while she was deeply asleep already. I looked outside, seeing that we were passing by a body of water, a little sea, whatever that was called. It took me back to the summertime the year before, when Frida and I went for a short getaway together at a beach resort, wherein we also made love for the first time. I couldn't help but to smirk a little. I continued to reminisce those days until..
"Aggie....."
"Hmm?" I said.
She was talking in her sleep again.
"Sj..."
I moved closer so I could try to hear and understand what she was saying. "What?" I softly asked.
"Sju... hundra... sjuttio.. sju.."
I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself bursting into laughter. Every time she met someone who wasn't from Sweden, she always challenged them to say 777 in Swedish. Now she'd even taken that to sleep. I stroked her hair again, and she didn't talk anymore.
I moved a bit to get the cassette tape and small headphones from my coat pocket, being careful not to wake her up. She sometimes had an attitude when she was awakened improperly. I put the headphones on and played the tape. It was a record of Frida singing a song while she was cooking us dinner one time, and she had no idea that I had recorded it.
I leaned my head back against the seat as it played, and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my cheek.
"Hey, what is that playing?" She asked, still rubbing her eyes.
Before I had the chance to answer, she took the headphones from me and put them on. After a second she frowned, then stared kinda badly at me. She then took the headphones off.
"Agnetha.. Why did you record that? My voice sounds horr--"
"No." There we went again. Her voice was also one of the things she hated about herself. Her lack of self-appreciation was something difficult to deal with at times. No matter how hard I explained, she never understood the way I saw her.
"Your voice, to me, is perfect. Okay? And you can't say otherwise."
She was about to say something when the waitress came near us again and served our lunch, just a vegetable salad and Swedish meatballs. As much as I loved salad, I gave it to Frida 'cause she preferred to only eat vegetables. She was trying to reduce. Again, she hated her stomach, and even her thighs. From what I assumed, she was way skinnier than me. It was just an assumption though, she didn't want to know how much she weighed. I always did my best to convince her that her body was just as fine, but she didn't believe me. I sighed at the thought. Quickly we began to eat, but then was slowed down because she remembered her recorded voice on tape again, making us sort of argue again.
When we finished eating, we exchanged places. This time she sat on the side near the window, while I sat on the side near the passageway. We both looked outside, it was a view of a forest. The trees displayed different shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown. Ah, autumn. Frida held a bundle of her red hair and compared it to the colors outside. It was cute, really. I went near her and kissed her cheek, which surprised her.
I leaned my head against her shoulder. Without even noticing it, I fell asleep.
I woke up with Frida poking my waist, then pointing at the window. The sun was setting already. The view was calming, plus, her presence. I couldn't believe I slept that long, the coffee didn't have an effect at all.
