He's right . If you want, I'll introduce you to the investigator. "He is my cousin and has been working in the police for seven or eight years, I will explain the situation to him, and he will tell you about everything, in case of what will help." After a moment's thought, I already wanted but, remembering how the prosecutor's office pressed on me, I agreed. "Inga immediately called back to her brother and said in an airy tone that I needed his help and asked him when he could meet me." Tomka, are you satisfied with tomorrow's half-year? She turned to me already. "" Yes, Igorek, it suits her. Where? Where? " Well, I'll tell her so, that's all, friend: you have a cop, and he will tell you everything you want to know, and for this, what's due to me? "Correct, ice cream." Then we still chatted a bit, and I went home.
The next day was pretty good. The chef left somewhere before dinner, and we passed the number without him. And then the whole team folded and sent a proofreader and a technical editor for beer and chips. It was already six o'clock when I remembered that in half an hour I had an appointment with Brother Inga. Pulling out a cosmetic bag, I began to correct my make-up, made up my lips. "You, Tomka, like going on a date," remarked Olga Tarasovna, our chief accountant. "And not for a business meeting."
Approaching the cafe , I noticed a tall man beside him. Slim, with black hair like a crow's raven, with a pretty face, he immediately liked me. "If only it turned out to be Igor," I thought, and started dialing the phone number my girlfriend gave me. "He's so beautiful ..." And suddenly ... Hurray-ah! The man stood and held the phone. "Hello, I'm standing near the cafe," I heard a pleasant voice. - Are you already going? That is great".
There were several free tables in the cozy cafe, and we chose the one that was closer to the window. "What will you? - asked Igor and turned to the waitress. "Since we're both after work, then please bring us two pizzas with chicken and pineapple and a glass of tomato juice." There was a soft music, we had dinner, chatted about various nonsense, and at some point it seemed to me that I know Igor a long time ago - our views and hobbies turned out to be so similar.
"Inga said that you are a journalist and write about our work," he suddenly reminded me of the purpose of our meeting. "It's probably very interesting to have a profession like yours." You meet with different people, learn a lot the very first ...
That evening we talked about journalism, about its pros and cons, about the fact that sometimes journalists do not have to work in good conditions.
"Tamara, can I see you?" - Igor asked when the waitress approached us and said that they work until twenty-two, and in fifteen minutes they will close.
By the way, do you live in what region?
I felt a little uncomfortable because I asked for a meeting, because I needed to know more about his service, and as a result I spent a whole evening chatting about my own. "And we'll meet again tomorrow, and I'll talk about my own," Igor said. - Have agreed? That is great. By the way, I did not think that in journalism everything is far from that, just as it seems at first glance.
We walked slowly along the sidewalk of the evening city, and I felt that I did not want to tell this man "goodbye". That's how I would go with him and go.
But my apartment was a block away from the cafe and so very soon we said goodbye. "Thank you for a pleasant evening, Tamara," Igor said. - By the way, maybe we'll move on to "you"? "I agreed and we said goodbye to the time of our meeting scheduled for the next day. All night I dreamed of Igor and I, knowing that after work I would see him again, I wore a beautiful, dark blue dress that I was wearing. "You, Tomka, probably, fell in love? - Asked Klava, a journalist in sports, with whom we shared the cabinet. - Something the eyes are painfully happy. Or did Vovka come back to you? "
In response, I just smiled and only now admitted to myself that I really am in love with Igor. As it turned out later - this feeling was mutual. We met every day, and my colleagues have already started making fun of me and saying that I, for certain, am going to move to work in the police.
In response, I just smiled and mentally thanked the chef for appointing me editor of another department and Inga, but that introduced me to her brother, who would soon become my husband. Yesterday Igor made me an offer to become his wife. And I, pressing against his chest, agreed.
"We will work in tandem," he joked. "I will reveal the crimes, and you will write about this, yes, baby?"
"Of course, yes, dear," I answered, smiling happily. And what could I say?