Other Studies in Red and Blue (Part 4)

- Do you know why you're here, Madam?

The woman, looking somewhat pale, sitting in front of the man in white, nodded.

- You had a serious syncope: a sort of anxiety attack caused by excessive and possibly compulsive work. You have been working too much, have you not, Madam? Probably you do not eat nor sleep properly either... Do you know the consequences of these, Madam?

The doctor on duty knew the diagnosis without making more than a few simple tests to the patient in front of him. The symptoms were too evident to one who was familiar to see, repeatedly, people presenting indecent obsessive behaviour towards their work.

- I think I know, more or less, SIR...

She used a good amount of irony when pronouncing the word, pausing almost imperceptibly.

- ...but you will tell me anyway, will you not?

The doctor pretended not to notice the sarcasm and went on:

- If you do not seek professional and specialised help immediately, Madam, you’re going to have to come back here and it will certainly be a lot worse... I will give you the name of a good psychologist and will prescribe some medical tests and an anti-depressant, but you will have to commit, without any apology, to follow the therapy very strictly, Madam, or else...

(If he calls me 'Madam' once more, I swear that I’ll pierce his eyes - to say the least!)

- Ok, doctor. I will follow your instructions... strictly... I promise!

- I talked to your superior already and he agrees with me. You WILL have to rigorously follow the therapy, Madam.

(Aaarrrghh!!! Now he asked for it. And he even had the guts to put the emphasis on the word ... I'll jump to his neck... right now! Somebody hold me, or else he will not escape from my nails...)

She got up, stretched out her hand with feigned politeness and a forced smile, turned around and walked off the room with a prescription for a strong anti-depressant in her pocket...

***

A young man with deep blue eyes entered the Café where he noticed a woman sitting alone by the window. He approached her table and asked.

- May I sit here?

She turned her head up, visibly stunned at the boldness of the young man who had just arrived. He sat down even before she was allowed time to answer. His action did not pass overlooked at all. He noticed her immediate discomfort. He also saw that one of the waiters, who stood near the counter of the Café, could not take his eyes off of them.

A vein of perversity flooded up with a bloody thirst for revenge, but he knew how to be patient and remain impassive. He needed to be more certain about his suspicion, so he called the young man and ordered a cup of coffee. His intention, however, had a much more specific purpose. When he noticed the uneasiness of both - the woman and the waiter - his doubts dissipated immediately. He also detected the almost imperceptible exchange of glances between the two of them.

Misha, then, smiled at her and his smile was the most charming he could produce at that time. She returned that smile, rather awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. The boy who served them frowned, disturbed.

(Bingo!)

The dark seed of doubt had been planted. It was only a matter of time then... and time was one of the things he had plenty to spare... Misha did not need, however, to take a further second step.

That night, when the woman and her lover boy were together, after loving each other like two desperate castaways looking for a lifeline, he rolled over and stayed in silence, staring at the ceiling. She realized there was something strange hovering in the air. Still, she said, gently:

- I really enjoy being here with you...

But the young man seemed to be a million miles away from her. A tear of sadness rolled down his side of the face, when he gave a long, painful sigh...

***

Misha started to observe the woman’s every footstep very closely. He realized that her trips to the corner Café ceased after that time they last met. He made himself sure first he was right and then decided to take advantage of the situation.

He waited a while and returned to the Café, addressing that table employee he already knew. He asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, where the other man’s girlfriend was. Despite the attempts of the young man saying that there was nothing between him and the police investigator, Misha did not seem convinced at all.

After a few minutes, he decided he should challenge the boy. He bet he could take the woman to his bed.

- If there is nothing between you, there is nothing to worry about, is it not?

- Why are you doing this?

- To prove that things are not what they appear to be... and besides, there is nothing going on between the two of you, as you affirmed unquestionably.

The real purpose, however, was very far from being that simple.

***

- I have noticed that you are alone and very lonely lately. Every time I see you, I have the impression you are sadder and sadder. Has that boy left you?

- What boy?

- Do you think I don’t know what's going on? Just because you don’t go to the 'Temple' anymore, that doesn’t mean you go unnoticed ... You’re an attractive woman, even behind this facade of a serious and tough cop. And I know you think I'm interesting.

('And arrogant' - she thought, slightly chuckling...)

- I see the way you look at me and I know that you must want me too...

- If I have ever looked at you with some desire, that must have been a long while ago. I have no attraction for you at all. Now I'm interested in another man, very different from your kind.

- The boy at the Café...

Her eyes swiftly showed a bitter sadness. He laughed, victorious.

She had not denied nor confirmed anything. The man’s statement had a good amount of truth. She was truly falling in love with the other young man, although at that time they were apart. They had not seen each other since the incident where he asked her to give him time to think. Her eyes filled with tears when she remembered the strangeness of their last meeting. That had happened already several days in the past...

Misha noticed her state and took advantage of the situation and fragility she showed at the time. He moved up closer and looked into her eyes and smiled. She could not look away. He touched her face - warmly and gently. She, in response, closed her eyes...

***

He was a master who knew all the secrets of seduction, how to prepare a sensual ambience and knew the most sensitive points of the woman’s body. He gave her pleasures she did not know ever existed, even when she was with her young lover. It was evident that Misha was a professional in the business and knew very well how to please.

- Now you're going to have to lie to the boy...

They were in bed, side by side, lying on their backs and looking at the unlit ceiling.

- I don’t need to lie. I just don’t need to speak the whole truth... And we never promised to be loyal nor restricted to each other...

But she knew that what she had just said was not quite true... and she was sorry for that.

As in a well-rehearsed screen play, her cell phone rang...