"You must be late, mademoiselle!" - With a nasty smile said Nicholas.
- I came on time! She snapped at him sharply.
- And Vera Pavlovna said ...
- Kohl, get off! I'm not tuned in, to engage in a squabble! - He was rude to him and went into work. There were four of us in the office. I, my friend Natasha, who was on a business trip, programmer Ilya, a good, kind and sympathetic guy, and Nikolai. On the latter I want to say separately. You know, there is such a type of people who everywhere are sticking their noses, are trying to lead everyone, they teach, are vicious, and so on. If they fail, they can hand you over to the bosses. I did not hate him, but I could not stand it! And that was the reason: Kolenka-reptil met in my place.
I decided to check the incoming mail. Suddenly I saw a letter from an unfamiliar address. The letter was short, just one line: "You look stunning!" I sent the reply mail: "Who are you?"
"Your secret admirer!" Olenka, you are very maroon burgundy hair!
- Thank you! - I wrote with gratitude. I pretended to work, but my thoughts were occupied with one question: who is copying with me? After all, this "someone" knew perfectly well how I look today! Suddenly noticed that Nikolai was chiding behind his computer. "Here is an infection! - Cursed mentally. "Now I will bring you to the surface!"
I sent a new mail to a stranger: "Write me something else! It's nice to read! "And she got up and left the office, catching the lustful look of this pale toadstool. The fact is that behind his back was a closed door, and if you go into the room where our cleaning lady, Aunt Klava is sitting, open the curtain, you can see the screen of his monitor.
"Aunt Klav, I'll drop by the curtain?" A? Only to anyone! - asked her. The elderly woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. And then she giggled.
- Well, straight Stirlitz homegrown!
On tiptoe I went to the door and pushed the curtain aside . "Ugh!" - I almost puked when I saw that our "macho" was looking at pictures on porn. It was funny and disgusting, but, thank God, I did not receive messages from this pervert.
"Your mail was squeaking, the letter came!" Said Nikolay. "You know that Vera Pavlovna asked not to use beeps during work!"
She wanted to shut up, but, catching the look with which he undressed me, changed her mind:
"Did she say anything about porn sites?" - with a smirk threw him. He blushed. Snuffled. I shut up. "M-yes, I just made an enemy of myself!" When I opened the letter, I saw a picture - a pretty little kitten with flowers in the paws and the signature: "Beauty Olenka!" "Aha! So this is the work of Ilya! "- I decided and at lunchtime I said to him:
- Ilyukha! What kind of numbers with letters?
- Ol! Have you gone from the processing of the roof? The guy looks at me in bewilderment.
"We only know how to make photos of you!" Well, quickly show me your mailbox! Or already deleted everything? She hissed ominously. I treated Ilya as a girlfriend. And such rallies were very similar to him. Recently I ate in a bar and told him that the years are passing, but the guy is not there ... Ilyukha decided to make a joke.
- I'm with you, as I shared with a friend, but are you kidding? - said offended.
- Olka! Yes, calm down you! I today fly my whole comp. I can not even enter the Internet! Do not believe me, go and see for yourself.
- Sorry! - told him, when she was convinced that she was not lying, she told about the received letters. He rummaged in my computer:
"One thing I can say with a 100% guarantee: these letters come from our building." But there are dozens of companies here! Think, the old lady, who is breathing unevenly to you.
And the already bad mood in the morning became even worse. It was insulting. However, she herself did not know the reasons. Left alone, she even cried a little: "Why did I manage to fall in love with the impregnable Dimka?" Tears began to flow down my cheeks, mascara flowed, and I forgot my make-up in the morning in a hurry at home. "I need to smoke and calm down!" She opened the door to the stairs, and was dumbfounded: Dima stood with a cup of coffee on the windowsill and a newspaper in his hand. "The muzzle is swollen, the patula is disheveled - it's still beautiful!"
- Hi! He said amiably. "Would you like some coffee?" I made a lot ... Bring it?
- Not necessary. Thank you, "I replied.
- What are you, how did you take off the cross? Has waved pykoj.
- No. I'll bring coffee all the same!
A minute later I was holding a cup with a fragrant drink. The conversation was not sticking. I complexed and looked away from Dmitry.
"Why is the beauty so sad?" - again a letter came from a stranger. The next day in the morning on the keyboard I had a white rose. And in the mailbox waiting for the letter: another nice picture and a small poem. Letters came every hour. I could not work, but I was only thinking about who was this guy, falling asleep to me with such tenderness. The working day ran to the end. And I could not understand anything.
Stunned!
"Olga, we're going to the bar today." You did not forget? - Ilya turned to me. "Irki has the same birthday!" Reminded his friend.
- Ilyukha, I'm sorry, I'm not going anywhere!
"Will you sit at home and pour your tears into the pillow?" We go necessarily. Dimka will ... "Ilyushka smiled slyly, knowing about my secret passion. The bar was good. From the excess of alcohol I lost my head and ... memory. In the morning I woke up with a headache. In someone else's apartment. I looked around and saw the sleeper in the armchair of Dmitry.
- Yes, do not worry. It's all right. I could not let you go home like this.
"How did I end up here?" - with fear asked him.
- It seems that we went to me to listen to some records, to drink coffee ... I myself do not remember ... I was ashamed to the horror! On Monday morning again, the mail: "Madly missed all weekend! I could not wait to see you! "I began to fall in love ...
The end of the working day. Letters for some reason no. I'm upset. Before going home, check the mail again. I checked the sender again. And his address, and the style of writing is the same as that of the "stranger". My heart was beating wildly. I could not believe my happiness. "Thank you, Dima. Such words to me still nobody spoke! »Has passed minutes 20.« I have casually sent the letter from a working box. It's time to open the cards ... "
It was a pleasant evening. Cozy cafe. It was very easy for us to communicate. But soon I was captured by dreams of a possible continuation of this evening. Unfortunately, the guy just took me home. "The soul sings, and thoughts are hovering somewhere in the clouds. I'm really happy. " Work was just unbearable.
Madly I wanted to run to his office. Watch at least one eye, touch his cheek, hug him. - Olya, you can not go to a few documents? - From the reflections, the voice of the headmistress was pulled out. Earlier I was angry with her for this constant running around, and now I thanked her. Because the copier was standing next to the office where Dima worked ... I wrote a message: "And what will you do if I just offer you a date?" Slowly descended the steps - my office and a copier divided several floors. Dima was already waiting for me. As soon as I saw him, my heart beat faster. He did not say anything, but the gleam in his eyes replaced a thousand words. He embraced and began to kiss passionately. His palms were feverishly wandering my body. But at that time the fax crackled. From a surprise, we both shuddered. I looked up from the guy and looked him in the eyes - we were thinking about the same thing ... However, we were distracted by a knock at the door: - Is there anyone here? - Aunt Klava asked loudly. She quickly buttoned her blouse and smoothed her hair. Dimka opened the door.
- Olya, I copied the copier, you can work! - he said coldly and was about to leave the office. I turned to the window to somehow manage myself, and I heard Aunt Clava's words:
- Dmitry Olegovich, a copier is, of course, good, only ... you have the whole shirt in the paint ... red ... resembles a lipstick ... - the old woman smiled slyly. - Yes, and you, Olenka, look at yourself in the mirror. Okay. I went. "She closed the door behind her. And we laughed at the top of our voice.
- It is necessary to go to work. And then you will be put on the wanted list! You know ours. "He kissed me, threw on his jacket and went out.
I took a little breath and went to my office, looking on the way to Aunt Klava:
"Aunt Klaw!" No one! A? She looked pleadingly at the good-natured old woman.
"It's a young affair!" Itself was.
And in the mail I was waiting for a letter: "I have wonderful records at home, fragrant coffee, a bottle of red wine and, fortunately, no fax and no Aunt Klava! I really wait after work at the entrance! "