“Are you blind?”
She can’t remember anymore how many times, he’s asked her that same question. First, she thought that something had gone wrong with her sight, although she felt that she was just perfectly okay.
The second time and afterwards she found the question slightly irritated her. Not because she doesn’t like being teased.
But she likes the way he asks it, the way he intonates the question, the voice impersonating an innocent boy’s. And the reason he has invented this “mockery” and uses it time and time again.
“I’ve a good and bad news to tell you.” He says to her as soon as they have been seated inside a café near his office. Previously, he called and told her that he had something to show her.
He leads her to the café; it impresses her and she thought it was the new café’s unique interior design that he intended to show her at first place.
She gives him a better look, scrutinises him for any hints of tragedy concealed. She can’t help herself when she hears a sentence like this one but to expect the worst.
“Please tell me the bad news first.” Her voice begins to sound hoarse with worry.
He responds her question with a mischievous smile, the same smile that has won him a good first impression from her. “I’m interested to know, why you don’t ask for the good news first?” He winks at her.
She winks back at him and gives her own mischievous smile. It relieves her of the tension.
“I like the good news first.” He says to her. “The good news is…,” he reached for something inside his bag. He didn’t continue his sentence but instead he asks her whether she recognises the couple in the photograph, a newspaper clipping, that he’s showing her. She gives it a look and bursts into laughter.
She knows what he’s into when she looks at the photograph. “Of course I know them.” (To be continued)