Having found Nadya’s number in the internal database, he sent a message: – Hello, this is Yan Konstantinovich.-
The answer came five minutes later: – I’m going to a friend’s birthday party today, if you want, you can take me home later.-
He replied:
– Okay.
But Jan had no desire to go home, and he decided to take a walk around the city. He parked his car in a paid parking lot and went on foot, and he decided that walking would be the best way to relieve his depression from the undelivered work. This promised new problems, but technically they were all solvable, but he was close to losing faith in humanity.
The benches in the park, past which he made his walking route to nowhere, without a goal, were all filled with people walking, walking, and walking.
Having found one free half of a bench in one place, he walked with a confident step and, having reached it, asked permission to sit down.
– Sit down,– said the girl, who was dressed in a tracksuit and was probably either walking or returning from the gym, because there was a large sports bag on the bench nearby.
– Jan.
– Anna.
– Nice to meet you. Are you going to the gym or coming from the gym?
– No, I'm moving.
–To another city?
– No, my boyfriend and I broke up and had a fight.
–Make up again.
– Unlikely.
– Why?
– Yes, there is a reason there.
– I thought you were going to the gym because you were wearing a tracksuit,– said Jan, but he thought it was too simple an explanation because she had already given the reason, but he clearly wanted to engage the girl in conversation.
– Why are you walking in the park in the evening? Did your wife kick you out too? – Anna laughed.
– Wife… No, it’s normal with my wife, different things happen, but we love each other,– he said unexpectedly for himself and, perhaps, for her, who, perhaps, expected that he would start scolding his wife and voicing his difficult family situation.
– Then we need to go home.
– I don’t want to, it’s been a hard day, I don’t want to go home, and she doesn’t pick up the phone, maybe she’s offended.-
– For what?
– Maybe because I don't do much in bed, – said Jan, forgetting that he was talking to a completely random person on the street, even if she was a beautiful and young girl, he wanted to talk to someone, maybe even cry, like in childhood, but he had no close friends. He broke off relations with almost everyone after the wedding, because, firstly, his wife herself, then Diana hinted about it, and he himself did not want to, he wanted to devote more time to his family.
– Yes, we are like that, first we don’t give, then we complain why they don’t want us,– said Anna and adjusted her breasts, which, apparently, were either falling out from the ill-fitting bras, or they were simply sweaty under her sportswear.
He couldn’t understand anything, but, feeling that the girl wasn’t afraid of him and was talking to him as if he were a familiar person, without fear, he suggested going to a café, which beckoned from afar with a beautiful sign.
– Maybe some coffee?
– With pleasure.
They stood up and walked towards the establishment, and Jan offered to take her large sports bag in his hands.
– What's that? Panties?– he asked, teasing her a little.
– No, not only,– Anna answered, smiling.
She was quite tall and in heels she was now almost level with Jan's height, who was used to communicating with shorter girls, and his wife was below average height. He felt a slight discomfort, which his new acquaintance noticed.
