“Pasha!” I shout as I notice how the door of his car swings open.
Quickly circling my own car, I snatch the pizza from the front seat and, setting the vehicle on the alarm, I almost run toward him.
“Pasha!..”
He turns around and holds my gaze for a few seconds. Then, slipping one hand into his jacket pocket, he walks toward me with fast, purposeful steps. There’s something troubling in the way he moves, and I involuntarily slow down, trying to read the look on his face.
“Hi…” I smile when there are only a couple of meters left between us.
“Hi,” he replies with a crooked smirk, rubbing the tip of his nose. “Are you here for me?”
“No, for your neighbors,” I try to joke. “Are they home?..”
But Pasha doesn’t laugh. He abruptly glances around and looks at me as if he’s already sorry.
“Katia…”
Something inside me snaps when it suddenly dawns on me.
“I’m not here at the right time?”
And in the very next second, the passenger door of his sedan opens—and I see Evа’s light hair.
Damn… Let me just fall through the ground!
“Katia…” He steps one pace closer and says more quietly, “I warned you: don’t fall in love. I’ll go right past you anyway.”