Unscripted love

35. Taxi

14 November 2018 - 11pm

Can

The air is stifling. The lively music makes the guests twirl and smile. Ayse is the centre of the party and her smile radiates towards each of her friends and colleagues present. As much as she can, but not as much as Demet who is stunning tonight.

Is it still possible that she is more stunning than yesterday? It seems so.

Surrounded by several friends, she's toasting and shaking, spellbound by the music and certainly intoxicated by the few drinks she has already had.

Surrounded by several friends, she toasts and shakes her head, bewitched by the music and certainly intoxicated by the few drinks she has already consumed. The room is not privatized and I have already noticed a few glances on her hypnotic face sliding from her cleavage to her back. I can't hold it against them, tonight she's incandescent with her smoky eyes.

The candles have just been blown out, we raise our glasses of champagne to the queen of this evening but for a moment my gaze catches Demet's and we remain connected, as if out of time. A shy smile on the edge of her lips, the one that shyly wants to tell me "Can, take me in your arms, make me dance and kiss me until the end of the night".

But I keep this secret confession to myself, there are far too many people around us to give free rein to such impulses.

As we lose the connection, I swallow my cup in one gulp and put it on the table. I make my way through the restless bodies to Ayse, surrounded by Demet and her friends. I wish her a very happy birthday again and kiss her, aware that Demet isn't missing a beat of my actions. I turn around and face her small group of friends. Several of them ask me for selfies and autographs, and with the help of alcohol they turn into real groupies. A duet photo here, a trio with Demet there, I have a hard time getting to the point of my manoeuvre.

Finally, before I can whisper a few words in her ear, Anil arrives with a glass of scotch in his hands and draws me towards the group of men singing a traditional song and dancing. I follow him, but not without casting an apologetic glance in the direction of the one who seems to me to be unapproachable this evening.

I forget my pain for a moment, letting my mind soak up the music and dance, intoxicated myself by the alcohol flowing through my veins.

We arrived separately, my mother dropping me off at the end of an afternoon I spent with her. She accompanied me to the hospital where I had to see the specialist for my eyes. My eye sensitivity problem has not improved and I have to follow a progressive treatment to avoid a corneal infection which would require a laser operation. Unfortunately, lighting during the long hours of shooting isn't recommended but I don't have much choice...

Of course, like every time I spend a moment alone with her, she manages to find out a little more about my love life at the moment...

A few hours earlier...

"You seem to be in an excellent mood my darling...I would even say better, you are as happy as a lark in love..."

I can't stop laughing. She knows me so well...

"Mum !!!!"

"Am I wrong?"

"..."

"Can! I'm worried about you, you know I'm not into gossip. »

"I know Mum."