Can’t love

Samri silently watched her fourteen-teen-twenty daughter. She always did that, but this time there was a real reason. Liddit behaved too unusual all day: she fluttered at the mirror, tremblingly looking at the features of her face and figure; she laughed completely inappropriately, sparkling with bright, radiant eyes, and constantly smiling. And now, a radiant, unusual smile adorned her face while her mother tried to reach her, asking about things at school. - Is it? Well, Rebecca hasn't returned to school yet? - as if Samri asked in between, unhurriedly embroidering, and, again without receiving any backlash, she frowned her eyebrows. Well, what's the matter with her?.. - Liddit? Samri pursed her lips and, with difficulty suppressing the anxiety fluttering in her stomach, gently touched her daughter. The girl finally shuddered, looking up at her mother. — .. Yes, mom? Samri gently squeezed her hand and looked at her daughter's face. It still had a dreamy expression, but his eyes cleared up. Before that, they were like... detached from the world by a sparkling euphoria haze. The woman calmed the suddenly growing anxiety and looked at Liddy with a crooked smile. Her hands were shaky, so she quickly hid them in the folds of the apron. - I just decided to find out how you're doing at school. Is everything okay? The girl barely flashed noticeably, smiling too. Her pale cheeks suddenly acquired a faint crimson hue. - Yes. Everything is fine. Samri bit her lip, looking away anxiously. Lee used to say that everything is either normal, it will do or even boring, not lessons. I wonder what has changed now?.. - Really? That's great, - Samri let out a laugh, which seemed too nervous to her. Liddy also stared at her mother with misunderstanding. - Mom, eh... how are you doing? Is everything okay? I hardly talk to you at all, - she lowered her eyes guiltyly. Her lips conjugated, and the whole look of the girl expressed regret. - Oh, dear, it's okay! You have a busy school life, enjoy it. With a sneer, Samri smiled broadly at her daughter again. She nodded, immediately rushing to her mother's neck. - I love you very much, mom, — the girl whispered hotly and, moving away, jumped out of the kitchen in a moment. Mother looked at the closed door for a couple of long minutes and sighed back to the smoking stove. The mother's soul still demanded an answer to the question of what was going on with her child, but whatever it was, and the brownie won't cook dinner for her, alas... Oh, and the chicken has already burned... Oh no, and no sauce has been added... *** - Hey, she just fell in love! That's right! Ri, didn't you catch it at all? - a woman with piercing blue eyes, who now squinted cheerfully, laughed, looking at her confused friend. Slightly shivering from the dank wind, Samri shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. And how was she supposed to catch it? - Not at all, Mass... Well, you know... - she fell silent and, catching Massini's guilty-understanding look, squeezed out a crooked smile. She hurriedly waved her hand: - I'm sorry, please, I didn't want to... I didn't follow the words... But listen, and yet your daughter is finally in love. It's wonderful, isn't it? Clenching her fist in her cardigan pocket, Samri nodded. - Wonderful. Although it was really wonderful, the woman felt inexplicable bitterness, but she did not want to spoil the mood of Massini, who barely managed to get out of the house. Sometimes it was more like a hellish prison "Children are waiting for mommy!" Massey's capricious twins kept their mother restless, screaming and crying day and night. So it's a great luck that they were finally able to meet and walk. - Ri, why not we go over there at that cafe? I heard that there are very tasty chicken dishes, - the famous gourmet Massini started pulling her friend by the sleeve, looking at the window of the newly opened cafe with burning eyes. There was a rumbling. It's clear whose belly. Samri laughed. - Of course, come on. Just don't forget about your diet, please. Jokingly pushing, the women entered the spacious room, looking around at each other; one of them immediately had a heart gone to the heels. Samri, without holding back the horror, squeezed the fabric of her dress. Her body was suddenly shaken, and the woman grabbed her friend. - What? What is it? - Massini stared at her incomprehensibly and looked to the side where the trembling hand was stretched out and froze. - No, oh no... Ri, it's... Samri, closed her eyes, remained motionless. Her fragile figure tightened, but her shoulders were still straightened. No… God, no… It's him again... But… But she's ready. She shouldn't be afraid. And she's not afraid... The man who caused such a reaction from his girlfriends made an order near the counter and did not pay attention to them at all. Blonde hair combed back, sloppy blue eyes and relaxed posture - Samri was more familiar with all this than with her five fingers. And she sincerely regretted that she had met Jeremy Lehmann in her life. If she had a chance, and Samri would immediately turn everything back, would do her best not to meet him. But she doesn't have such a chance, and now they've met again. That's why the woman exhaled. She looked forward resolutely, squeezed her friend's hand and headed for the counter. It's time to stop running away from your fears, as her long-time psychotherapist said. It's time to follow Emily's advice. - Two sugar-free cappuccinos and two chicken rolls with brown rice sauce, - Samri was pleasantly surprised, listening to her confident and completely carefree voice. It's like everything is gorgeous in her life. What other problems? The girl who took the orders smiled and nodded. - You can wait at the table for now. Samri nodded in response and was about to go to the worried Mess, but felt a firm and painfully familiar grip on her shoulder. How long has she not felt it? - Aren't you going to say hello? With forcefully biting her lip, the woman made an inhuman effort to maintain a calm expression on her face. Calm down. There are people around. It's okay. - Why? Samri looked at the man coldly without trembling. He smirked and bent closer to her. - Well, we're good acquaintances. Curled, Samri snorted with contempt. This action alone cost her a lot of courage, but the man's face became noticeably dark. - What, isn't that so? - Not at all, - Samri smiled. - It's just that those who are not respected are not greeted. Let them be so close. Jeremy, after listening to these words with a stone face, grabbed the woman's hand. She hissed with hatred, twitching: - Don't touch it. The man chuckled gloomily: - If you want to arrange a scene, you can continue to rock. Liddit, a classmate, is sitting at that table - his whisper was still mocking. Samri's facial features distorted despair for a moment, but she quickly pulled herself together. Calm down. - And you're still just as disgusting," she commented, and, with a smile, allowed Jeremy to take her to the far end of the cafe, away from her extra eyes. Samri hurriedly showed Massini the "OK" sign with her hands and stopped her with that look when the woman was about to follow them. She didn't really want to get her friend into this nonsense either. - You're still friends with this one... how is she... Massini, I think? - The man raised an eyebrow, looking away from Samri's friend and his former classmate with some disgust. Samri bristled, holding back with difficulty, so as not to slap him in the face and leave with her head proudly raised. - Of course, I'm friends. Do you have any problems with this? Jeremy shook his head. - No way, ma'am, - he smirked. - I know you've always liked to be with sump, preferring their company to me. It hurts. - Go to hell," the woman hissed furiously, correcting the bag on her shoulder with a sharp movement and breaking out of place. But the firm grip on her shoulder and steel voice prevented her from moving more than a centimetre. - Wait.