‘What’s your choice?’ Vic asked.

‘I don’t know. There are so many titles which I wanna try. Here is this one – “Bloody Mary”. Why’s she bloody? Why is it Mary? Who’s she?’

‘Are you ready to order?’ a waitress appeared near the table with an old worksheet and tiredness on her face.

‘Bloody Mary,’ Vic smiled at the demon, ‘Pina colada, fried potatoes and chicken barbeque. You aren’t hungry, are you?’

Kharon shook his head. He wasn’t really hungry as he had a perfect lunch with Vasilisa. The demon, who saw Victoria have not less perfect lunch with her boss, was amazed with her appetite especially because the girl hadn’t been noticed to be voracious before.

‘Your Bloody Mary’ the waitress appeared again with a small tray. ‘Pina colada is for you. The hot dishes are later, ok?’

‘Sure, thank you, Anne.’ Kharon intently looked at the reddish drink before his nose and through it at Victoria’s distorted face.

The girl greedily got the plastic tube, swallowing the cold drink, rich with coconut taste. But her eyes fixed at the waitress with a foxy gaze Vic was looking for the name tag all over her clothes but there was no the one. She shifted her gaze at Kharon. The corners of his mouth dimpled in the beginnings of a smile and he answered her with a genial look. Then he felt inside a feeling that people usually had for their other halves.

‘Why?’ he asked, twisted the glass.

‘Drink.’ Her commanding tone confused the demon a bit, but he decided not to play this game.

Kharon pulled a long face and Vic worried a little because of it. The mood was sharply changing to dark and some external factors became a reason for it. At that moment Vic understood that she was the reason of her beloved man’s mood was changing.

Kharon lifted up the glass and emptied it at one gulp with no wince. He continued looking cloudy at the girl.

‘Why?’ he repeated his question.

‘I don’t understand what you’re speaking about.’ Victoria cast down her eyes and touched his hand. ‘You always ask something in a mysterious way…’

‘Why are you jealous?’

‘I’m not.’

‘And now you’re lying…’ Kharon smiled ironically and at once, right out of the blue, grabbed the girl passing by. ‘Anne, may I ask you to bring two more Bloody Mary?’

He held her hand, his beautiful eyes heavily burned into her. The waitress, mouth agape, looked at the hypnotizer’s eyes. With her right hand she pottered around her apron pocket looking for the worksheet and the pen.

‘Sure… Anything else?’ she asked quiet hardly audibly because of loud music.

‘That’s all now.’ The demon burned her with his eyes, reading her mind which was separated to be for and against that was happening.

The man let her hand and started studying Victoria. Anger was rising inside her and that was visible with the naked eye.

‘You’re not jealous now, are you?’ he asked spitefully. ‘Come on, dear, lie to me again and I’ll demonstrate your lie for you.’

Vic turned away. The damn waitress. Vic was annoyed with the rival’s presence and her own inabilities to control her feelings. Anne came back in 5 minutes with two cocktails. She instinctively gave the man a smiling look. That lasted for a second and probably dragged by the head and ear, but it was, and Vic saw it clearly.

Anne put the cocktails in front of the demon, took away the empty glass from Victoria and went to get the second Pina Colada.

‘Hope you blind now!’ Vic said in rage after the walking away girl.

The demon screwed up his eyes after he had heard the terrible wish and, in several minutes, a sharp scream was heard. Anne, the same waitress ran out of the kitchen, holding her hands over her face howling. All people gazed at her being in shock with no understanding what was going on. The girl kept on howling and a kitchen boy was running around her, saying sorry and justifying himself that he hadn’t seen her come up to him. The pan full of boiling oil occasioned to fall right on her face…

‘My eyes!’ the poor girl was crying.

Victoria’s heart sank as she understood the horror of happening. Kharon was serious and studying Victoria and her reaction. Her hatred vanished into thin air. But there was pity and hatred for herself. A contempt for herself.

‘It can’t be…’ Kharon heard Vic’s whisper through the deafening Anne’s screams.

Kharon was silent. He had nothing to say. He knew the secret which he had been told to keep silence of. Besides he had just seen for himself the witch work

‘Kharon, please, tell me that it’s not true,’ Vic sobbed again, dried her mouth with the back of her hand.

‘What exactly?’ the demon had nothing to do but to act innocent.

‘That wasn’t me? That’s not my telling?’ Vic looked for his support.

‘What are you speaking about, love?’

‘About the thing I’ve told her… and now she’s waiting for ambulance with scalds over her face…’

‘Ah,’ Kharon glanced at the bar where Anne and her colleagues had just been. ‘No, I don’t think so. It’s coincidence. Just it is. But anyway, you have to be careful with what you say.’

Victoria’s eyes, still filled with tears, fixed at the demon. She felt confoundedly bad and ashamed. The feeling of guilt had a personal beef against the already bedevilled flesh.

‘Actually, all people must think before they speak. You don’t want still to understand that some of your wishes can come true. Be afraid of your wishes.’

He smiled mysteriously, having flung an ominous glance at the girl. Somewhere inside of the depth of her body and soul she realized what Kharon was speaking about but neither her mind nor her heart was doing to accept the harsh truth which she didn’t want to believe in.

‘Why did you say it to her?’ Kharon put the third empty glass.

‘I don’t know.’ Vic drooped head on breast and closed her face with her hands. ‘The way she looked at you… The way you held her hand, you spoke her name… Yes, Kharon, it’s called definitely a jealousy and I’m jealous of you! That’s no big surprise! I love you and I’m jealous of you. I wanted her to die but something stopped me.’

‘It’s funny.’ The demon narrowed his eyes. ‘When you’re angry I can hear your thoughts. They are screaming about death, demanding of realization. I heard it. But honestly, I hoped they weren’t your thoughts. Until now I’ve known you as the kindest and the most sympathetic person whom I’ve ever met. What’s wrong with you? How do you connect “I love you” and mad blindly jealousy? Answer me!’

Victoria was nervous, emptying her glass. Her hands were constantly touching something, eyes were looking for something to be fixed at. She could just sit with no move. Anxiety, that had captured her body, confused her, depriving of courage.

‘I’m listening.’ Kharon remind her of himself and his question.

‘It’s so noisy here… It’s Friday. I can’t hear my own thoughts…’

‘Vic!’ the demon interrupted her. ‘I’ll help you.’

With a repulsive smile he rose up from his chair and, having took couple of steps, turned to be near the girl. He sat too close to her on the leather sofa after he clasped the nervous girl tightly.

His fingers running through her hair, suddenly stopped and like pincers started getting into her occipital region of head. Victoria tried to throw back her head to press the man’s hand. With the second hand the man moved weakly resisting girl to him closer and kissed. He had already noticed that during a voluptuous kiss her stopping power and blockade of the thoughts were getting weaker and he had little difficulty to get what Vic was thinking of.

The demon kept on mind-blowingly kissing the girl, depriving her of air and mind. All around was becoming dark and more intimate, the light was fading away, stroking burning passionate couple with its rays.

There was no one around but romantic music. There was a shining sphere under the ceiling and the kiss eternally lasted. It was so important for Vic making her heart flouter like a butterfly under the pressure of his warm and sweet lips. His embraces, so strong, passionate and warm, were important for her.