Her cheeseburger TRCJ, a glimpse

A lunch break.

 

'Aren't we going to spend the weekend together?' He asked her in a frightened whisper, bitterly surprised with his late revelations.

'Can't it wait to the end of the meal?'  Nicole looked up at him with reproach, raising her brows.

'Our next meeting would take place at my drugstore, on Monday morning at nine o’clock sharp. Don't rush things Nick.' She went on lowering her voice. 'Be patient, our relationship must develop in a natural manner, the way these things usually develop. There're rules we must comply with and though conditions in this country are extraordinarily ideal for our purposes, we mustn't break any of those rules! Otherwise we shall be risking needlessly our safety, our personal freedom. We might end up behind bars and God only knows for how long!'

She seemed to hesitate for a friction of a second, but made up her mind right away, and kept resolutely on:

'There're many countries, and those of the eastern bloc in particular, in which careless behavior might lead to a fatal end! Not ours alone... It’s not just the pair of us Nick! There're many others, who endeavored and are still endeavoring to see you through safely, round the clock, day in day out! You said I can count on you. Well, we waited that long, what's three more days!' She summed the matter up dramatically, and turned back to her cheeseburger and French-fried.

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