Chapter 3 Where it all starts

Anh, this precisely the restaurant? even in the dress of a friend, here I felt like a beggar. I'm afraid if I still insisted on my own - in a flower, then I had no option now but to leave. You said that he had a car on credit? Where does the money for such a place come from? - to dine here, my salary is not enough. At best, I'll just leave it all here, and then I'll suck my thumb for the rest of the month. At worst, I'll still have to wash the dishes or the floors, or how they work off unpaid food in a restaurant.

He did not take another loan to show off if so, then my opinion about the unfamiliar Yura has already fallen to a minimum. I do not like people who, for the sake of their inflated ego, get into debt, and then sit with their bare ass. Maybe it's true that I have the mindset of an old grandmother, but I believe that we must live within our means. AND,

"You haven't met yet, and you are already worried about his wallet," a friend laughed on the phone, followed immediately by a caustic remark. - Take it easy. He earns normally, enough for dinner. Yes, and if not enough, then that's his problem. It was his decision to invite you here. You just get up and leave.

I am sure that Anka spoke so freely on this topic only because she herself had never been to this restaurant. Otherwise, the friend was not so calm.

In this establishment, the uniforms of the waiters are more expensive and of better quality than the "expensive" dress that I am currently wearing. And the fact that people like me are infrequent guests here could be understood from the contemptuous glances that I increasingly caught on myself.

And the enthusiasm that I had at home has long since disappeared. Even the idea arose to escape from a date that had not yet begun.

"At least try," I said to myself. Suddenly, the truth, something will come out, it will be much more inconvenient if I just run away. Yes, and Anka will get her moralizing later.

"Hello," the girl greeted politely. - Do you need a table? Unfortunately, everything is occupied with us now and will be released no earlier than in two hours, will you wait? - the girl at first glance spoke and behaved very politely. But I have been working with people for too long and I know perfectly well how things really are. I could read impatience in her eyes, and unwillingness to waste time on me. And, that's right, I don't look like a person who will spend a lot of money in this establishment or leave too much a tip.

I have an appointment here, my companion was supposed to book a table, I'm a fool, I had to take Anka's number and arrange a meeting outside the restaurant. Now I wouldn't have to blush like that.

What is the name of your partner, please? it turns out that it was not awkward then, but now it is already. I don't know anything other than my name.

"Yuri," I squeaked, hoping that there would be only one Yura in the restaurant.

Come in, you have been waiting for a long time, after a few seconds, to my great happiness, the waitress answered. It even seemed to me that envy flashed in the girl's voice.

The further I went inside, the more I was amazed by the beauty of this place. It looked more like a museum than a restaurant. One carved furniture made to be delighted, and what kind of paintings and statues are there. I'm sure that if the lousiest food in the world is served here, people will still come here, just to admire the local interior.

Yuri Lvovich, your companion has just arrived, the hostess with all politeness turned to the man at the table.

And here, I realized what caused the envy in the girl's voice.

Yura!

I have never seen such handsome men in the movies. Ah, I've been watching TV every evening for "n" years. The hair is so beautiful and deep black that I even became envious. I have been painting this color for so many years, but I could not achieve such a shade. And here, someone from birth was lucky. Straight nose, not too thin or full lips, wide but well-groomed eyebrows. But the most fascinating are the eyes. Grey, like silver. Until today, I didn't know that such eyes could exist.

Yuri was too perfect.

And, even for a second it seemed to me that it was love at first sight, on my part. But, such a man did not suit me, I knew that very well. A man like Yuri cannot belong to one woman, and if they build a serious relationship with someone, then definitely not with a woman like me. Not his level.

Now I'll sit, for half an hour out of courtesy, and leave a date on very "urgent" matters. And then I'm afraid, then Yuri himself will do the same.

"Hi," I greeted, taking my seat, not in my own voice.

The reason why I was so nervous was not clear even to myself. Maybe it was because this is my first date in a long time. Or maybe because almost all the women in this restaurant were throwing ambiguous glances at my partner.

"You're late," Yuri remarked not politely at all. Almost seven minutes.

Sorry, after such a statement, I even unconsciously switched to "you". Already, this Yuri had an over pressing aura. I wanted to leave right now, now I have definitely lost all illusions and hopes that I will build a family with this person. More precisely, I stopped believing in those fairy tales that Anka inspired me. I'll probably go...

"Sit down," I didn't even have time to get up when the order came. I don't have much time, so I'll get straight to the point. Tomorrow we will get married, - here I finally went nuts. I even wondered if I was having auditory hallucinations. You will play the role of my wife for three months, that's enough. After the divorce, as I promised, you will receive an apartment in the center and ten million rubles. Then only one thing is required of you, to disappear and not remind my family of yourself in any way.