Chapter 2

Well, this is my first Seven days fic so please be indulgent (plus, I'm don't speak English as a maternal language). I want to say a big big thank you to Aoife and Ainsling, for helping me correcting all my mistakes and helping me improving my English. Thank you girls! I have nothing more to add, so now read! Lol

He finally answered her, assuring her that he'd be at hers at 8.00 pm. She insisted on him being well-dressed, and he agreed, only too happy to be able to spend the evening with her.
Olga was getting anxious; what will she wear, what will they talk about, will they enjoy each other's company, what will happen if they enjoy "too much" of each other's company? She was already starting to regret inviting him. She stepped out of her hot bath and slowly brushed her hair, dried it, opted for a light make up and in record time she was in her dressing room wondering what to put on. She looked carefully at each of her dresses, not knowing which choose. One was too sexy, with a short cut up to the thigh and another had a cut up to her buttocks, another was other too common, and another too classy. She tried to convince herself that it really wasn't a big deal but she couldn't; she knew it was. An hour and a half later, she took a grey skirt with a very high slit up to her hip and added a Bordeaux shirt. The slit was very sexy, but the shirt made her look more serious and classy.
Parker was, on his side, having less problems. He showered, in case "something" were to happen, even though he was pretty sure nothing would. He dressed in a dark blue shirt, black smoking

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and was glad to see a very classy, charming and handsome man. "They all fall for you, Parker!" he said to himself before leaving. He drove to the nearest town and thenhis own problems began; what flowers should he bring her? Will he offer her flowers at all? Why not chocolate or something else? He entered the good-smelling shop and first looked at the roses, because he knew they were her favourite, especially white; but he also knew red means love and wanted to let her know his feelings. So, he opted for a bunch of red and white roses. He saw a little supermarket and entered it, as he couldn't resist buying her chocolates too. Pleased with his gifts he went back to the base and it was nearly teatime. He'd have only a few minutes to catch a few minutes of the basketball game he wanted to watch.
At 7.59 Franck was already at Olga's doorstep, because he didn't want to worry her and he had got too excited to wait another minute. The door opened immediately, revealing an amazing woman, "as always" he thought. He complimented her on her clothes, and she did likewise as she was surprised to see him so classy. They entered her loft and the warm atmosphere relaxed them both. The only light was coming from an orange halogen sitting in the corner of the living room. The covers were on the table, and dark red plates with red glasses on a glass table. It was simple but so warm. It had all changed, he thought after a few minutes, remembering the last time he had been there; it had been when Galena had taken her place. The wallpaper was light orange, a dark purple sofa sat in front of a big television ("might be at least a 5th mine" he thought). The floor was parquet. Some medicine magazines were on the table, and something that looked like a photo album.
Feeling stupid holding them, he offered her his gifts. She was a bit surprised by his kindness, but welcomed it happily, putting a soft kiss on his cheek. She placed the flowers in a purple vase, and then carried it to the centre of the table. They both sat down; a bit intimated and anxious at first, but after a few minutes they started talking, not about anything in particular, but simply enjoying each other's company. As Olga offered him a second glass of white wine, she took the courage to ask him what she had wanted to ask for so long. "Mr Parker. We've known each other for quite a long time now, haven't we?" "Yes, Olga. So please, call me Frank." She smiled at him. "Well, Frank, why do you drink so much sometimes?" He looked her quizzically, but seeing that she was more than serious, he decided to answer her. "You told me once, I'm an alcoholic." "You're not. At least I don't think you are. I've seen you drinking tonight, nothing compulsive, you enjoy your wine, don't drink it straight down. An alcoholic wouldn't behave like that. So, tell me Frank, why do you drink so much?" "Perhaps out of a need to forget all that has happened, or a need to feel that someone cares for me." He added blushing madly, but wanting to show her that she could trust her. "Are you blushing, Mr Parker?" "Frank!" "Yes, Frank." She spoke more softly this time. "You know, lots of people actually care for you. I care for you." She said, now also blushing. "It's good to hear that." "I know what you mean..." "You do, do you?" He asked intrigued. "Yes. When I first arrived from Russia, I didn't know anyone. My husband had just "died", I left my family, my friends and finding that you cared about me was very important. It helped me go on." He smiled at her. "I'm very glad I did." "And I'm glad we had this little chat." They hadn't even noticed the time passing. They had finished eating, and the time had flown. Olga proposed to him that they move to the sofa and have some coffee with cakes; he agreed. Waiting for her to come back, he looked at the things dispersed on the coffee table, as he had already seen some medicine magazines, Elle, Vogue, a photo album and a novel by Emily Brontöe "Wuthering Heights", he knew she was romantic... She came back in with a full tray, on which were a coffee pot, some milk, sugar and cookies. She sat down close to him, their legs barely touching. She noticed him staring at her photo album and suggested they look at it. In the album there were some photos from her childhood. She had always had her red hair, he noticed, and she had always been beautiful. She commented on them, showing him a photo of her first day at the beach, when she learnt how to ride a bike... They enjoyed this little time together, finding it quite interesting to learn information about each other; Frank even promised to show her his own childhood pictures.
The rest of the evening went too quickly for their liking. It was already 2 am and it seemed to them that the night had just started! Frank asked her to dinner the next evening and she agreed without thinking, blinded by her bliss. She showed him to the door. She leant against the doorstep watching him, and he, slowly, very slowly, leant in her to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. With that they parted, each hoping for something new in the coming days...