Throughout the whole period of time left to her friend's arrival Poli spared no pains and time to develop her project. Every morning after jogging, the only place for her to go was the spot she had rented previously. The songstress could spend hours here, having completely forgotten about her career. Once she even caught herself thinking of how much she had been missing this tranquility in her so rapidly developing star life. Now our "Miss Smarty Pants" with a pencil and a sheet of paper in her hands, was treading around the room, inspecting the interior, dreaming something up and making notes; however, closest mates of hers could only guess, what was going on inside her blonde half-shaved head at that moment. It all was top secret.
While inventing the design for her future studio, the girl could completely trust her own outstanding aesthetic taste, and that was one more reason for her to recall those childish drawing skills that she has almost forgotten about. Poli was so absorbed by her new business that she hasn't even noticed the moment of falling asleep. Only in the morning, awoken among dozens crumpled sketches, markers and samples of wallpaper colors, she realized that today is that very day when Amir comes to her motherland.
"My goodness…" – she thought while collecting the things she had swept down off the table at night. As soon as everything was in order, Poli grabbed an apple and dashed to meet the Frenchman.
Luckily, she managed to catch him at the airport, so gaily she rushed to throw herself on his neck.
This scene touched the hearts of everyone who witnessed it, and the sneakiest individuals among the staff and passengers were trying to do their best to take a couple of snapshots remaining unnoticed. Within seconds those photos appeared on Instagram and immediately caused a sensation, as the absence of any new stuff from their idol has been keeping Little Criminals somewhat frustrated recently.
After a warm greeting the couple set off for the café, 'cause they both knew that food has always been a pleasant supplement to a conversation of any topic. Here in the cozy and unobtrusive atmosphere of the nearest eatery the Bulgarian girl let the idea slip out of her lips for the first time.
-You never stop surprising me, Genova! – Amir replied, chasing the macaroni all over his plate.
The songstress effectively tipped back in her chair, holding a plastic cup filled with her favorite non-alcoholic strawberry cocktail.
- So what do you say? Are you with me or what? – she asked under accompaniment of a chirring sound of her straw.
- To ship the contestants? Seriously? – the Frenchman glared at her from under his forehead. Afterwards he suddenly stopped for a little while from eating his dish so enthusiastically:
- OMG! Don't look at me like that… Ugh, what are you doing to me?
Indeed, Poli was absolutely aware of Amir's weak point – he never could resist her "puppy eyes". Discovering this phenomenon dates back to the grand ESC 2016, where more than once the songstress would make him share some yummies with her by means of only one appropriate look.
Having made a YES-gesture in the air, now the girl was finishing her drink with a great satisfaction. In the process of drinking she continued making eyes at her confused interlocutor, who would not simply accept his natural weakness for feminine wiles:
- You won't let me go anyway, would you? - was the only defending argument of his side. – You know, your creativity really amazes me. I've neither heard, nor done anything alike in my whole life! And I'm ready to become your partner only for the sake of discovering what your crazy idea gonna turn out to be. – Amir gave Poli a broad, shiny 32-teeth smile and got an air-kiss from her in response.
After lunch the couple made their way to Poli's decent habitation, where she planned to settle her friend, providing him enough rest after his flight. Apart from feeling overwhelming happiness about Amir's arrival, the girl finally got what she wanted – she's found herself a partner.
- Wow! That's a hell of a life you've got here, Genova! – noticed Amir, having hardly stepped across the threshold of Poli's flat.
Indeed, the process of selecting the design for her apartment had taken her a good amount of time, but now, to tell the truth, Poli was very proud of it. If one took a quick look at her antechamber, than he could immediately say that there is a creative personality living here. Although the walls in the corridor were painted cream, a small closet and a shoe-rack were of bright red color, which at once attracted the eye of the viewer. In front of the door there was hanging a huge mirror framed by highlights like those in Hollywood movies, and it had a word "Любовта" handwritten on its surface. Later Poli explained that it was her friend Yana from LaTiDa-band, who had become an author of this masterpiece, which was considered by the hostess to be quite matching to the rest of the interior. To the right of the closet there were two doorways, and as Amir understood, behind one of them his future shelter was hidden. To the left side there was a nice perspective opening in front of the guest's eyes on both the adjacent kitchen and the living room.
Poli had quite a modernistic kitchen, if the time of its designing considered. Its black-and-white varnished furniture perfectly harmonized with built-in appliances of a light-metallic shade. From above the bar counter various goblets were hanging, which brought a smile to Amir's face. The sight of them refreshed a memory in his head of what a partymaker that timid little blondie can be. However, he continued exploring the unknown corners of the new spot with even bigger interest.
Next to the counter there were two bar chairs all covered in leather and standing out in all their beauty. A bit further of them a rather comfortable grayish couch full of small scarlet cushions was placed. Furthermore those soft details of Poli's couch were quite a good matching to the antechamber furniture. In front of the couch Amir noticed a pretty but rather plain coffee table with a pile of magazines on the lower ledge. Then he turned his gaze at the Plasma TV of an impressive size embedded into the wall, and under the telly he found a pair of stereosystem loudspeakers – Poli must be a huge fan of loud music. The walls everywhere were decorated with Poli's black-and-white framed photos that demonstrated the most memorable moments of her life. And the last but not least detail of the apartment was a really large window that became the major source of daylight in her hospitable habitation. The widow was softly covered with the curtains of the same cream color as the walls had.
Poli gave Amir a few minutes to look around and meanwhile with a broad smile on her face she took his suitcase.
- Come on, it's not a museum! Let me show you to your room.
She passed through the corridor and stopped at one of the doors. The guest followed her lead. Inside of the room he saw an ordinary neatly done double bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a small window and one more door leading to the bathroom.
- I like it here! – said the Frenchman resting his body on the bed.
- Great! - the hostess squeaked. – And now enjoy your rest before the concert. We'll talk about business later. – she broke into a smile with a thought of how wonderful working with Amir might be, and having blown him one of her special kisses, she fluttered out of the room.
Hardly had he managed to utter a word in reply, that he saw her joyfully skipping along to the kitchen, whispering lyrics to herself. Poli wouldn't stop surprising him with her optimism and that childish ingenuousness predominating in her character. It has become obvious for Amir that the new project was of primary importance for Poli, as he had noticed a spark in her eyes while listening to that plan of hers. That's why he was 100% sure now, that under no circumstances would he let his dear friend down and he would make every effort for her to carry this crazy idea out.
Moving her feet restlessly around the kitchen Poli was brewing the tea. Swept up in excitement she couldn't wait for Monday to finally show Amir to her premise. The songstress was really looking forward to hearing his opinion of the lay-out and the design samples created by her; and she thought she'd probably die of curiosity about her friend's suggestions about the coziest and the most fashionable design solution.
The flow of that sweet dreaming was suddenly interrupted by a notification sound in her phone. The girl grabbed her device and looked at the screen. There was a Twitter-notification from Hovi Star whom she had chummed up with at the Eurovision.
"More hashtags than text, probably…" the songstress thought to herself and with an involuntary smile on her face she opened the message. The smile broadened, as indeed, hashtags were predominating in his tweet, - "Just as I said!" Having liked the post with a cute photo of Hovi holding some chilly drink in his hand, she took a note of those very hashtags.
"Time to relax! #Bulgaria #Burgas #summer #drinks #rest #fun #beach" – the tweet said.
- What a bug! – burst from her lips. – Came to Bulgaria without any word of warning! - Poli bent her brows, slipped her phone into the pocket and holding a cup of tea she dropped herself on a couch. Having barely taken a sip of tea she immediately rested the cup back on the table. She quickly popped her phone out again and opened the same hapless tweet.
"#Bulgaria #Burgas #summer #rest". Bulgaria… Burgas… rest…
- That's it! – cried Poli out in a husky voice, and at that very moment regretted it, as her throat gave her a sudden pang.
At once Poli jumped out of the couch, rushed to the fridge to scratch a couple of words in her mini-notepad. Then she pulled a spare key set out of the shelf and put it on the bar counter. Afterwards she hurried to her room, where she dropped her passport and some things into her backpack, fetched her keys and stormed out of the apartment.
Meanwhile, having taken a shower Amir brushed his wet curls up, put his summer pants along with a white t-shirt on and left his room.
- Hey, Poli! – he called moving along the corridor. There was no answer. He didn't find her neither in the kitchen, nor in the living-room. The man went back to the door of her room.
*knock-knock
- Poli, you there? May I come in? – Silence was his only response. When Amir dared to open the door, he saw nothing but a clean and shiny room behind it.
- Where's she gone? – the Frenchman kept on wondering.
He entered the kitchen again and approached to the fridge in search of something chilly for a drink. Suddenly the note hanging on the fridge door caught his eye. It had definitely been written in a hurry:
"I'll explain it later. There's plenty of food here. Keys are on the bar. Good luck at the concert! Kisses to you, Poli".
- Oh, Lord! What's on her mind this time? – sighed Amir and opened the fridge.