This time she
made sure to fire up her smart phone immediately after the shots were
done. Once was more than enough, and Christina didn't plan to
exemplify some concept of stupid Swedes if one existed in Japan.
Nothing major.
She had missed out on today's festival planning, but it might run
late, so she decided to chance it and head for school.
It was, she
admitted, a mistake to email Midori-chan rather than Ulf, but she had
known he would run late. She was the club president after all, so
someone already inside the school should know. But maybe she should
have emailed Ulf as well. Or text as he said when he started rambling
about how Japan needed to join the twenty first century when it came
to digital infrastructure. He was a geek, and she didn't understand
half of it, but apparently something irked him. He did have
almost all of his electronic gear imported, so apparently something
was wrong with what could be bought in Japan.
Her studio
wasn't too far away from the school. At least not with her new bike,
and after she had changed into the all too hot but properly baggy set
of clothes she used for avoiding being recognised, she made good
speed on partially empty streets.
It had been a
good day. Good shots and crowned by the message that Kinoshita-sensei
was transferring studios on the condition he could work exclusively
with her, or at least prioritise her whenever she was available. The
two younger photographers in the studio were ecstatic at the news,
and the oldest not so much. Probably because he just had his position
as the most senior usurped.
Less than half
an hour, about the same time as she would have used riding trains, it
took her to get to Himekaizen. She locked her bike to the stands and
made her way into the school. By the shoe lockers she realised she
had forgotten her slippers, but she decided to risk it and climbed
the stairs to their new club room. Midori-chan had told her where to
find it.
It wasn't
empty, but there was no sign of Ulf, so she made a polite round and
signed a few papers concerning the upcoming cultural festival after
she confirmed that the club would only apply for running a few food
stalls.
In the end she
was coerced into following Ryu and some of the less sane members of
their fan club to the roof where they fired off a few very illicit
fireworks. It was very stupid, a little fun and it probably
strengthened her reputation as the daredevil beauty of Himekaizen.
After that she
left the school feeling a bit disappointed. Should she call him?
Maybe not. He was probably angry by now, and she was tired and didn't
want to risk a quarrel over the phone when the only thing she wanted
was to hug him close to her and just cling to him forever.
An email
though. She had the next day off. She wrote a short message before
unlocking her bike. Ten am by the statue they had used for their
first date. That small square had become important to her. Stupid and
childish, but that was how it was.
As she was
riding home she felt her phone vibrate, and when she made a quick
stop in a park there was a new email for her from Ulf. Ten am was
perfect and did she want to go to the cinemas?
Christina sat
down on a swing. She was far too tall for it, and her heels dug into
the sand even though she didn't attempt to swing. Yes, the cinemas
would be fun, and did he have time to make it a full day's date with
their bikes?
And he did.
And he longed for it. And Christina felt her heart jolt when she read
that email. He wanted to be together with her. Alone with her, and he
longed for the time they shared.
She sat there
a bit longer than she had planned. Crying silently, but these were
tears of joy. Slowly she started to accept just how important his
words were to her. This last email would take her though another
lonely night smiling. She couldn't understand how easily she had
allowed herself to become spellbound by him.
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