Читать книгу The Ball - Erik Pethersen - Страница 9

I have never seen anything so bright blue.

A pair of sensual and slender legs come out under a feminine torso and end up in two flat black leather boots.

A pale and velvety complexion shows from a V-neck, which restrain a playful vitality, and from her three-quarter sleeves on a pair of thin arms: probably some Fennoscandian genes.

I say «hi» casually.

She answers back showing a beautiful smile with teeth so white that lessen the blue brightness of her eyes.

This magnificent creature gets into the lift before me and stands on one side; I position myself at the bottom, as I do every morning.

The cosiness of this tiny space is suddenly filled with a delicate scent of bitter orange and cardamom. I lose myself in this aroma, while I ask her what floor she is going to. «Seventh floor, please» she says. I press the button, lingering among her sea like and icy colours.

I watch her bring her right hand as far as her shoulder: she twists a strand of her light brown hair around her index finger varnished in black; the other hand slips into one of the pockets of her dark jeans.

She has a delicate, gentle and regular face. She seems to shine with positive melancholy. Number seven lights up; the doors open.

«See you.»

«See you, have a good day.»

The lift goes up as far as the 11th floor.

No, I have never seen anything so bright blue.