I guess I
was the one suggesting this, even if I
had to teach him just about everything about a proper formal
first date. Christina groaned inwardly. So
embarrassing! She sighed again. Well, I owe him big-time.
And that was
it. She owed him, but it wasn't as if he really stirred any emotions
in her. So, one date. She'd give him one day to shine with her beside
him, but he also needed to see that he was outclassed, outmatched and
out gunned.
He's just a
boy, and a geek to boot, even if he knows how to be a knight in
shining armour. That thought did stir emotions in her. In
that locker room he had been anything but a geek. More of a
frightening avenger.
But in the
days since he had reverted back to the shy, clumsy boy. But not
during club hours. And she had an opportunity to share memories from
Sweden, in Swedish as well, and hearing that language built a hard
lump in her throat.
But we did
good work with that club of yours. Ten more members, and I wouldn't
be surprised if we get a few more. The student council president
looked like fainting when she saw the list.
Still it
wasn't enough.
I didn't
spend ten years on the catwalk to pair up with a little kid.
So, why was
she here, standing below that stupid statue and listening to gasps of
adoration half an hour early? She should have waltzed in quarter of
an hour late instead of standing here with a steadily growing crowd
of admirers watching her.
I did the
full super model stunt to give him the shock of his life. But now
with some of the braver in her audience closing in on her… Maybe
this wasn't such a good idea after all.
She started recollecting exactly why she had been surrounded by body
guards in her previous life. I don't like this
“You want a
real man.” And the feeling of unease grew to fear. After that
locker room, always fear.
Around her the
circle of admirers shrunk as people felt the mood change.
“She could
use more than one real man. I heard foreign girls like it kinky.”
I'm scared!
Soon they
would grab her.
“Christina,
you look astonishing!”
Swedish?
That's Ulf!
She looked
frantically around her, but none of the teenagers standing in their
casual clothes matched his looks.
But I'm
sure I heard him! Where?
“I'm
stunned! You're, you're more beautiful than I thought possible.”
Where?
Where? Wh… No way!
He would never
be a super model, as she had once been, but 'handsome' didn't even
come close to describing the young man who broke in between the two
most insistent of her 'admirers'.
“Excuse me,
but I'm here to meet my girlfriend.” Ulf said in Japanese.
Girlfriend?
Dazed,
Christina accepted the offered hand. She stared at an Ulf she had
never seen before. An Ulf in a lazily unbuttoned business suit, with
a deep burgundy shirt to ironically admit that he had yet to grow
into adulthood. He no longer wore any glasses, and his usual,
lifeless hairdo had given way to a playful one that didn't even
attempt to deny that gel had played an important part in the making.
In ways it was
a bit old-fashioned, but Christina liked that. It made her feel less
of a stranger.
Italian
suit, Swedish shirt, German shoes, Japanese neck tie. High quality
but not stupidly expensive. Oh, and that Swiss watch looks gorgeous
on him! Damn, that man knows how to dress!
Because it was
a man, despite his youthful appearance. Ulf wore his suit as the
other teenagers wore their casuals. It looked a part of him, and she
knew how many years it took most men to wear a suit the way you wore
blue jeans.
Around them
the mood had changed once again.
“Model?”
“Movie
star?”
“I don't
recognize her. Are they filming a Hollywood production here?”
Christina
smiled. Then she gave Ulf a closer look. He was visibly shaken. So
I made an impact after all.
“She's
stunning, but that's one hell of a guy she's got there!”
“What's with
that guy? Like Japanese girls aren't good enough for him!”
“I heard him
speak. He's a foreigner as well. Probably why he's so tall.”
All fear
drained away from her. Ulf's arrival had been a shock, but now she
only felt safe as she snuggled closer to him.
Their date had
already taken a different direction than she had planned. And as for
her plans… Out gunned? Yes, she knew what she could do with clothes
and make-up. Outclassed? No, not really. Outmatched? No way in hell!
In Ulf she had met her match.
They walked
along the streets, arm in arm like an old pair. She preferred walking
this way. Holding hands was so… teenager. But then again they were
supposed to be just that. Upon that reflection she released her arm
and grabbed his hand instead.
I'll die
from shame, but it can't be helped. In this world I'm fifteen for
crying out loud, not fifty.
Ulf offered
her a surprised look and an uncertain smile when her fingers
intertwined with his.
He's
striking, but he's still just a kid. I wish I could feel that mix of
fear and joy of his right now, but I'm too old for that.
Beside her Ulf
blushed slightly, but he didn't let go.
“Anything
special you want to see?” he asked when the silence became
intrusive.
Christina
didn't answer. Of course there were things she wanted to see, but
what would her fifteen year old self have wanted?
They spent
some time in awkward silence as they walked through this capital of
capitals. Then, when she took a closer look at him, she noticed that
he was frowning as if trying to remember something.
If he
doesn't know his way around here I'll just guide him discreetly. Not
that he could afford any of the places I went to last time I was
here. Not that we would be allowed inside any of those places now.
She sighed. My
favourite waterholes are probably 'old people' places anyway.
“You know,”
Ulf said to break the silence, “I think I've seen you before.”
What a
strange thing to say. “I think most of the people at school
have seen me before,” Bah, those are things I'm
only supposed to think, not say aloud. Besides, there's not a
single soul here who has seen me like this.
“No, before
that.”
“Middle
school? I went to a different one than you. Close? Which one did you
go to?”
“Eh, Red
Rose Hell.” Ulf's answer had come in Japanese.
Christina gave
him a long look before she translated. “Red Rose Hell?” What
was that about?
“Forget what
I said. It was a bad place. Don't want to talk about it. Come to
think of it, forget anything I said.” Ulf's voice sharpened into a
cutting edge.
“Sorry.”
You didn't have to be that mean. “I'm just used to people
watching me all the time.”
“I
apologise. That was uncalled for. Let's talk about something more
pleasant. Like how stunningly beautiful you are?”
Christina
laughed. Over the top, Ulf. You shouldn't flatter a girl so
blatantly. “Ah, let's not.” Actually, let's not. Just for
now I'd like to be something more than just my looks. And she
regretted dressing up as she had done. Over the top, Christina.
“You know, you asked if I wanted to go somewhere earlier. What
about something to eat?”
Ulf brightened
when she so obviously changed the topic. “I know a restaurant where
the food is excellent. The sommelier is an expert as well.”
Christina
stared at Ulf. What had he just said?
“Or so I'm
told. Not that it matters for us, of course.”
“Sommelier?”
“Eh, mom and
dad. Back home, during holidays, outside Sweden.”
Ulf was
obviously flustered.
“So you
travelled a lot before you moved here,” Christina asked. She was
grateful that Ulf had handed her a neutral topic, and it didn't hurt
if she learned a bit more of his background.
“Some,”
Ulf admitted. “I got to taste wine and beer. Small amounts,” he
added.
“Preferences?”
Christina suggested.
“A full
bodied… eh, it's rather the same. Wine is sour and beer bitter.”
Who are
you?
“I'm almost
sixteen, so it's not as bad as it sounds.”
It was just as
bad as it sounded. “When is your birthday?”
“August
fifteenth.”
That made
'almost' not nearly as imminent as he had made it sound.
“Yours?”
“May
fifteenth,” she answered absent-mindedly. So, you're Leo.
Certainly full enough of yourself to be one, I guess.
“Taurus?
Wait a moment. Fifteenth?”
“Yes, why?”
“You know
you're supposed to tell me small details like that?”
“No, why?”
“Why?
Because… Bah, follow me!”
What's up
with him? Then an image of a
calendar popped up in her head. Oops. Forgot my own
birthday again. Christina smiled. He's cute. I
wonder what he's up to? She walked breathlessly behind him,
fingers still locked with his.
“You like
biking?” Ulf asked after they had rounded several corners and she
was totally lost.
“Yes, why?”
“I've seen
that atrocity of yours.” He dragged her through a door opening and
quickly scanned the interior.
There were
rows and rows with bikes.
“No, Ulf,
you can't.”
“Watch me!
What about this one?”
He was Swedish
for certain. The bike he rolled out was the real thing, not one of
the grandmother monsters the kids here used. That I use myself.
The one he suggested was a subdued red and black street hybrid of a
mountain-bike. Sturdy but lightweight. Eighteen or twenty four gears
– she couldn't see from where she stood. She knew she was shining
like a kid in a candy-shop.
“It's
beautiful!” There was no point denying it.
“Sir, we'll
have this one, and a helmet and an external lock.”
“Ulf!”
“Happy
birthday! Sorry I couldn't wrap it for you.”
Christina
panicked. It was too expensive a gift. “Ulf, I can't possibly...”
“You can.
Making you happy makes me happy.” And he smiled that wicked grin of
his.
How can you
be this relaxed? How can you talk that way? You're just a kid!
Numbly she
received the registration papers and signed them. In the corner of
her eyes she saw Ulf handing over more money than she made from her
part time job in an extremely good month.
I don't
want to be in your debt, you idiot. But it's beautiful. It really is!
With this bike I can see so much more of Tokyo than before.
“I like your
company. This is partly a gift to myself. I hope, if you'll agree to
it, that we can tour the city together.”
At least he
had ulterior motives. Somehow she liked him better for that.
Ulf arranged
to have the bike delivered to her home. The clothes she wore really
didn't agree with leading a bike by her side, not to mention riding
one.
When they
returned outside it was raining. Ulf brought out an umbrella he had
hidden god knows where, and they shared it in search for something to
eat.
Date. We're
checking off a lot of items on this first date. First? When did I
start thinking of this as the first?
She snuggled
up closer to him. Who cared? He'd been a perfect gentleman, and that
bike, bribe or no bribe, was really beautiful.
Best
birthday in years!
Christina
still agreed with that assessment after they had finished their meal
in a middling class restaurant. She was happy Ulf didn't flaunt his
money, OK her gift aside, and kept the cost for the meal within scope
of what she could possibly return.
When they
passed a vending machine Ulf picked up two bottles. One of the
strangely tasting energy-drinks for himself and a coke for her.
“Pick one,”
he said, as if there had ever been a question what she preferred.
She took the
offered coke and smiled at him. “You knew?”
“I guessed.”
“Love these
dispensers in the streets.”
“So do I.
Pity we can't have them back home.”
Christina
snorted. “Likely. People would stand in queue with a crowbar to
break them open.”
“And then
the police would chew the face off the owner for being naive. I know.
Still would have been nice in summer.”
“We're in
Japan. Ulf. Just accept that everything isn't better at home, if
Sweden really is home any longer.” She felt a pang of homesickness
just saying those words.
“You're
right Christina. Every place has its pros and cons.” He hesitated
for a moment. “I'm behaving like a spoiled brat. Sorry.”
You always
have to compare, don't you? “Don't worry. I like you the way
you are.” Now. Did I say like? She passed under the greenery
of trees. Christina, get a hold of yourself. He's just a kid!
They were
headed into a park Ulf had seen. Steam rose from the streets in the
sunshine when his suit suddenly blared.
“Ulf
Hammargren, speaking.”
So he knows
people here who speak English?
“Mister
Yoshida, it's a pleasure hearing from you again.”
Mister
Yoshida? Sounds like an adult.
“No, today
I'm free. I'm very much the average school kid right now. Thank you
for asking though.”
Free?
Normal? Christina looked at Ulf in his suit. Nothing normal
with a fifteen year old kid wearing that. And it's been used
before, as have his shoes. Should have seen that
before. He didn't buy any new clothes for this
date.
“Sounds like
you have a problem with horizontal slicing.”
Ulf was more
agitated now. More alive. Seeing him like this definitely woke
something in her. She could stand here forever, just drinking the
sight of him.
“No, I
believe you're running the entire set as component teams. Basically
running a relay.”
Who are
you, Ulf?
“Yes, that's
correct. But just so we agree, your people won't like my suggested
changes at all.”
He's doing
business on his phone? You're actually using that suit for work?
“No, from
what I've seen the competence profiles are pretty evenly spread.
Reorganising into cross functional teams all over should work fine.
You still want a fire brigade though.”
I don't
understand at all, and I was good for a billion dollars. Who are
you, Ulf?
“What? No, I
don't think she minds,” Ulf stole a look at her, and Christina
smiled back. “Yes. No. No, she's more than cute. She's the most
beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life.”
That made her
blush. A lot.
“In love?
Really, you're not supposed to ask that, Mister Yoshida,” Ulf
laughed, and he was enough of a boy to allow his discomfort and
embarrassment out. Christina almost forgave him just because of that.
“I'm just
getting to know her, and right now she's giving me the evil eye. Yes,
she understands English.”
I'll give
you more than an eye. Talking about me like that!
“My offer?
Eight coaching sessions biweekly, plus preparations and wrapping up.”
Yes, he's
definitely doing business. He's handsome. He really is! Christina,
stop it!
“That's
right. I like working with you, and I'll skip the chaperone this
time. I'll give you a discount. Half a million all in all?”
Half a
million?
“No,” Ulf
laughed. “No can do. That's already 40 percent off.” He gave her
a thumbs up and indicated that the call was about to close. “OK.
I'll send you a formal offer later today. Mid-June, or earlier? OK,
I'll read your reply then. Bye Mister Yoshida, and thank you very
much for your call.”
“Ulf?”
He looked at
her with alarm in his eyes. It was as if she had found him with his
hand in the cookie jar. “Christina, there's something I need to
tell you.”
There was
something she needed to ask him first. I think I've seen you
before, was that what you said to me me earlier?
Could you possibly? “How old were
you, Ulf? Before you turned fifteen again?” Now, she had said it.
He deflated.
Totally. He was so stunned she could have pushed him over with her
pinky. “Eh?”
Well, there
goes my secret as well. My asking him pretty much gave it all away.
“Christina,
that's an, eh, unusual question.” He coughed weekly.
So my guess
was correct after all. Thank god, I'm not alone here! “Forty,
fifty, sixty?”
“Fifty, and
change,” he whispered. The look he gave her was begging.
I'm not
alone! I'm not alone! I'm not alone! “Fifty, no change.” Then
she giggled. “That's wrong, fifty one, exactly, today. Thank you
Ulf!” She danced around in the gravel. “How do I look? Well
preserved?” And then she flaunted her sixteen year old body some
more. Life was wonderful and she was giddy with relief.
Ulf looked
very much the fifty (plus change) he said he was, despite his body
being marginally younger than hers. He sagged on the bench and shook
his head.
“You're from
back home. I can't believe it.”
“Back home,
yes, I guess you could call it that.”
“Christina
Agerman, one like me. That's rich.”
“Christina
Agerman, one like you.” She had to give him a hint. He would
remember her sooner or later anyway. “You know, you probably have
seen me before.”
“Christina
Agerman. Christina Agerman? Christina… no, no way!” He looked at
her. No, he ate her body with his eyes.
“You really
should have known by now, at least if you're from the same place as
me. Yes, that's me. I'm older, or younger, than I was, but it's still
me.”
Ulf just
stared at her.
“Like what
you see?” I feel like sixteen, not fifty!
He shook his
head again. “And here I am holding hands with you. I've only seen
you on pictures, or TV, you know.”
Christina
laughed. One year of worries ran away from her with that declaration
of admiration. “Sorry, can't say I know you though. Will you
forgive me?” Why am I being this cute to him? She
found no answer but for her
body racing with feelings she hadn't felt for years. Years?
Decades more likely.
“Forgive
you? Half the planet would gladly kill me for this date with you, but
you probably already know that.”
“Date.”
She reddened. Am I dating him? Are we going out? Would we be
considered a couple, even in Sweden all those years
ago? “Are we dating?”
“If you want
to. Damn, I'm so embarrassed. I wasn't planning. Yes, if you want,
yes.”
She took his
hand again. “Yes, I very much want to. To get to know you better,
OK?”
He finally
blushed like the fifteen year old boy he looked like. He blushed from
his neck all the way to his hair, and his eyes were anywhere but
meeting her gaze. And then she felt the temperature rising within her
as well.
I've
totally lost control of my body. This is so, so… unprofessional!
Around
them people who passed them in either direction took a look and
grinned knowingly. With faces beet-red none of them looked strikingly
handsome or beautiful. They could just as well have worn signs
saying: “Kids in love.”
She
took a step closer. Kissing felt too intimate. They bent forward in a
half hug. Hands holding upper arms and foreheads touching. She could
only see his eyes, and his blush. His nose was touching hers.
You'd
better do something special for me. Did I say that? Something
special, indeed!
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