It is here. Saturday spilled over into Sunday and it fell onto Monday. I should dress in something more formal, but I'll be in sweatpants and sweatshirts every one of our meetings, so it doesn't matter.
I rolled onto my side and got out of bed. I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. Love probably wants to eat. On the way to the kitchen, I was stopped by a basket of dirty clothes right in front of the front door. I should clean that up. At least I'll put in the effort. I pushed the basket into the laundry room. I'll wash it some other time. Love is already waiting impatiently in front of the bowl. She looks like she's meowing. I clap at her. She's unlucky, but I'll never hear her. Morning tea and porridge charged me up so much that I went to bed again and started reading a book. I still have enough time. He won't come so soon.
Theodore
I don't know if she doesn't care or forgot about me. We haven't met yet, but as I see it, she's not interested in us meeting. It's eleven o'clock. I've been here since ten. I wanted to call her, but for some reason, they didn't give me her number. But she could've noticed the twelve emails. I wanted to make an impression and come early, but it would be better if I arrived late. I'm not prone to staying in this cold. A little more and my fingers will fall off. I should have put on something warmer than a suit. God. You want to impress and get frostbite. Just because she has excellent books doesn't mean she'll have a good personality.
Angela
The clock shows it's twelve. I should see if he happened to write to me. Not too enthusiastically, I walked over to the computer. Someone wrote me... 13 messages!? I opened the first of them:
Teodor Lonsky-10:00
Hello, I'm here.
...great. Which moron goes to a meeting at ten in the morning!? I ran down the hall and opened the door. Sure, he's standing here like a grandmother in front of a church. He even got a suit! Exactly like to church. He looked like he had seen the Holy Ghost. I took his hand and pulled him into the house. He stood there for two hours. He's just like ice. I dragged him into the kitchen. I'm not going to let him run around my house without permission. I sat him at the table and started boiling some water. He has to be warmed up somehow and tea is an excellent remedy for just that.
Already settled, with tea in front of both of us, I took a good look at him for the first time. He didn't look bad. Dark brown hair, gray eyes, and a nicely drawn face. Maybe he goes to the gym. Perhaps his work will be at least as good as his appearance.
"It's nice here, but it would be better here at ten," he said. I can't hear, but I can read lips. He wants to be sarcastic, I see.
"You should have come later," I sign. He looked at me like a calf at a new gate.
"What does it mean?" he asked. He doesn't know sign language! Didn't they tell him I couldn't hear?! God. I went to the study and grabbed a notebook and a pen.
"I'm deaf," I wrote. I went back to the kitchen and handed him the notebook. He looked at me, then at the notebook, and then at me again.
"Really?" he looked as if his voice had jumped. I nodded. I'll remember this. Give me someone and not tell them the basics.
"Really," I wrote. I hope he doesn't think I'm making fun of this.
After a while, he began to open and close his mouth, throwing his hands strangely.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked at what I had written and shut up.
"You really can't hear," he seemed to whisper, but I wasn't sure. I was a little angry at how sad he looked. It was sad years ago. Now it's a reality.
Theodore
I'll probably freeze. The twelfth hour is long gone and she hasn't written back yet. I even knocked on her door. Isn't she home? However, she knows we have a meeting.
I was thinking of leaving when the door suddenly opened. There stood a woman a little younger than me, with light brown, almost blond hair, a finely cut face, and an average figure. She's pretty, I have to admit. Even if it's only in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. She ran into the kitchen, still holding my palm, and seated me behind a small, wooden table. It wasn't special at all. The kitchen was small, with a kitchen unit, refrigerator, and this table. To the right was the door, probably to the pantry, and to the left was a bowl decorated with footprints. So she has a pet.
Angela placed a cup of tea in front of me and sat across from me. Conversation time.
"It's nice here, but it would be better here at ten," I suggested. I wanted to see what she would tell me. She began to scatter her hands strangely. I didn't understand what she was doing at all. She noticed my confusion, sighed, and left the kitchen. Where is she going? Can't she talk to me normally?
She ran back with a notebook and a pen. She seemed to have written something there and handed it to me.
"I'm deaf."
...I was not expecting that. She can't hear?! How is it possible? Her books have never indicated such a serious handicap.
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." I didn't want to believe in something like that. I had to make sure. I started tossing my hands and shouting loud curses for which not even a lumberjack would be ashamed... Nothing. She truly didn't hear.
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