Chapter III
Passionate Harmony
Probably, there should be a reason why people consider dreams unrealizable. Some of them even dare to affirm that anything that comes true doesn't deserve the honor to be called dream. Dr. Darius always believed that dreams are just the threat of life we have to resist - that dream is just a fruit of our imagination fruitfully yielding abasement and disappointment all alone. Surviving similar, harsh, painful feelings made him to decide that even flying-dreams are too heavy for anybody's shoulders. Left between the nature of his gist and realism he was trying not to admission his dirty mind to all that and just drift over fleeting life. Nevertheless, time to time he had to participate in making his patients sure that they come true because imagination and hope happens to be one of the best cures and catalysts for psychopaths. According to Dr. Darius' beliefs every person was a psychopath at some level and form. That's why life was so colorful and interesting on this so tiny and messed up planet - Earth.
Overabundant fresh air and light in the room made her to open her eyes and feel the morning in all its marvels. Dr. Darius was in another room and with a feeble coffee scent spread in the air it wasn't hard to guess why he was fussing there. Delilah was not the biggest fun of foreign songs but a French song playing in another room sounded like a prayer for everlasting happiness. She didn't know where Darius found the song "La Vie En Rose" sung by Andrea Bocelli and Edith Piaf but she thought: "This is the song meant to start mornings like this one", French language and the melody of the song was so neat, free, calm, beautiful and intimate that it even strengthened her to overcome the shame of waking up at another home, in a man's bed for the first time.
She was peacefully but greedily breathing fresh air, sweetening of listening to the song in waiting of Dr. Darius' next surprise.
Melody was about to tell goodbye to its new biggest fan when Darius stepped in the room with accustomed smile and self-confident voice:
"Bonjour mon amour," said he, placing a tray laden with a cup of coffee, muffin cake and a single rose, on her belly.
She didn't know French but from movies she remembered that his words meant "Good morning, my love..." and with a broken French accent and fixed smile she freely answered: "Merci beaucoup".
"You are welcome... How did you sleep?"
"Haaaavenly," she answered with an excitement, "My dad is having a business journey in Europe so I'm free like a bird... bird in your cave..." She smiled and tried his coffee.
"What you think, mademoiselle?" He asked about coffee.
"I think... I think: enough French for today... What about French kiss and then little morning walk in the park together with me?"
"I tried to make this morning as memorable for you as possible... Thus whatever you wish is the top secret order for your servant, lover and shade." He smiled and kissed her as if he wanted to learn the diversity of autumn with her lips.
"Oh, my God, where did you learn kissing like that and where do you find those French songs and totally new ways to surprise me every time?" It felt like all her dreams were starting coming true.
"There are two answers regarding your announcement: one will disappoint you, the second one will surprise you. So, which one you wanna hear first?"
"The first one, disappoint me..."
"The first one is that I'm not your God."
She heartedly giggled at his regular, simple, but smart joke. "And what is the second one, the one that should surprise me?"
"Before I would surprise you with different ways I myself passed a long way. I've been in every country of the word, have crossed every ocean and seen the places that even scientists dream to see."
"Holly Jesus..." She exclaimed with amazement.
"No, no, no, I'm not Jesus either..." He wasn't missing a single chance to joke this morning, seemed like he was on a perfect mood. "But I'm the man who will take you for a morning, fresh air walk and will buy you an ice-cream if you are a good girl."
"And how you want me to prove I'm the best girl in the world? - licking it slowly and gently?" She bit left side of her lower lip, ambiguously talking about ice-cream. "Now, all you prove is that you are a very bad girl in the bad wolf's cave..."
"Give me just one chance of that walk and I'll prove that a good girl is a bad girl devoted to her man."
"Hellooo lady, you are starting spitting out the feminine wisdom... That's unutterably dangerous even for me. Get dressed, you gonna get the best chance you've ever had!" He glued smile on his face while answering firmly. That smile was the best armor in this moment for his joke that could be easily trampled by sharp contrary arguments of young lady.
While she was taking shower he put on jeans, t-shirt and his favorite leather jacket. Set into sofa and first time for years already he didn't even think about pouring out whiskey. He was just silently sitting there and waiting for her, thinking how amazing it was that she was taking shower all naked at his apartment. She wasn't the first woman there and maybe not the last one too but this time the feeling was different. He didn't feel like she was at his home, he himself for the very first time was feeling at home because she was there. Any place is just a coordinate on the map unless we find ourselves somewhere and name that place "home".
Appetite whetted eyes meet her coming out of the bathroom, drying hair with a white towel. As his chin was set against his fingers he was watching her with amusement and thinking was she really so perfect or he was the one thinking that way. Once and for all, it didn't matter: when we find felicity it leaves us helpless against questions and like sponges we become saturated of its fruits.
"What is your secret today, Dr. Darius?" She asked, smiling setting down on his lap.
"And what makes you think I have secrets? Do I look like a penguin secret agent?"
"No, you just look younger and younger ever next time. And now this modern style of high school student..."
"Uh, now I see. What's my secret? I guess, young lady sitting naked on my lap and ready to learn the next lesson..."
"No, no, no...I sense where all that leads to! - We get it started and then forget about the chance to get out of this old, dusty room..."
"No, no, no... I didn't mean that lesson..."
"You gotta be kidding me if you're trying to tell me that our first date and walk in nature will be just another psychological session."
"Private, special session - I would say..."
"Why special?"
"Because I haven't done it for anyone else."
"Why? It costs too much?"
"Yup, it's priceless and invaluable. Money is the key tool in therapy - as more person pays as more responsibility he feels and it helps him to keep the course. But there are things I don't wanna do with everyone because if a patient becomes obsessed with me or fall in love with me, that won't be fair."
"Do you realize that you just let me know you don't mind being unfair to me."
"No, no and no, one more time! That's why you are special, in your case everything is backwards. Falling in love with me would be the fairest thing in the universe!"
"And that's what you tell every your patient?"
"Maybe we haven't built any confidence yet, but one I can say for sure: something tells me it's gonna be fair because whatever we give away - should come back."
"I guess you just messed up boomerang with life and love with flirting." She closed her eyes and shook her head to give a sign of distrust.
When a woman smells bluffing, no matter she is correct or not, it's better to agree and apologize in some manner. Otherwise confidence will be built upon shaky ground and no pillars will save the ceiling above the home. Somewhat he felt worried - maybe it was just a result of their first date and bringing the relationship on ordinary level?! Making conclusions was too early anyways, especially while he could understand that the first date worries women more than men. Women always expect something special and dream about this date not to be resembled to previous ones, they see special hope in every next first date and are afraid to see it failing... Men -- well, they in most cases give just one question to themselves before the first date: "Will she spread her legs tonight?" Thus he had to consider the possibility of her emotional nervousness and just not to pay too much attention at her words.
"Maybe you are correct, Delilah. I'm a psychologist not a magician to turn correct things into wrong and backwards... But I can still buy your favorite strawberry ice-cream to apologize if I have called your confidence in question."
"Just an ice-cream?! Do I look that cheap?"
"No, not at all, that's why I think that single ice-cream will be enough to win your heart one more time..." He answered and moved his eyebrows with smugness for his clever answer that trapped her to continue arguing. "Am not I correct? You aren't a girl selling herself out for diamond rings and luxury things..." And he smiled.
"You are the most impudent psychologist I've ever met," She laughed and throw wet tower at him.
"Mmm... smells perfect! Like a first date with you..." Darius answered, got up, put his arms around her hips and kissed her smiling.
"Aaaalright, Mr. Don Juan, this time you escaped a feminine wrath... We gotta go..."
"What if I promise you that I'll always escape that apocalyptic wrath?"
"Well, then I'll promise to make you one and only man in my life and never forget about you..."
