Die

"Fuck! I think I have to die! My stomach really hurts, ”complained Denise, who was lying on her back on the couch with knees bent and rubbing her aching, well-filled stomach.

At the word die Amelie couldn't help thinking of Samuel. It had been hours since he disappeared. She pushed the thoughts of him aside.

"Themselves to blame. You surely overeat yourself mercilessly. "

"I will never eat anything again."

"The best thing is to grab Ide and take a digestive walk," suggested Amelie, "He could get out again anyway."

Idefix, who had been lying on his stomach across from the couch on the living room carpet, looked up curiously when he heard his name.

"Very unselfish," said Denise with a look out of the window, on whose pane the raindrops were running down. Half an hour ago it had rained in comfortably.

"Nonsense."

“I'm afraid I am unable to move. You will have to go yourself. Besides, it's your dog. "

“How was that? Mine and yours are not in this house? He's our family dog, ”Amelie reminded her aunt.

"Yes, but when it comes to the walk, he is clearly your dog."

Denise grinned provocatively at her.

"Well, I don't know whether it's so educational if you keep putting the unpleasant tasks on my eyes," Amelie mused and also put on a challenging smile.

“That is absolutely educational. At least that way you'll learn where your place is, you little, annoying do-gooder, ”Denise smirked and threw a pillow at Amelie, which hit her on the shoulder.

Amelie also threw a pillow at her aunt in mock indignation, who skillfully fended it off with her hands.

"Give up and submit to your fate, slave," demanded Denise, confident of victory.

Amelie let herself slip from the couch with a creak and crawled over on all fours to Idefix, who had sat up with a wag of his tail.

“How did we actually deserve it? We definitely did something wrong, ”she said to Idefix and scratched his head.

Denise made a sneering sound from behind her.

Amelie snapped her fingers and held out her right hand to Idefix, in which he immediately put his left paw.

"Good, dog," she praised him and repeated the whole thing on the other side before she let him roll over the floor.

"You'd better teach him to go for a walk with himself. That would be something “, Denise commented on the event.

"I'm afraid that is simply too much to ask, even for an intelligent little guy like Ide."

She patted his head again before getting up and heading into the hallway. Idefix followed her expectantly.

"If we're not back in twenty minutes, we were probably swept away by the raging tide," said Amelie, put the Idefix on a leash and left the apartment armed with a rain jacket and umbrella.

In the hallway she met a completely soaked HP, which brushed the lank hair from her forehead backwards.

"The sad fate of a dog owner," he said, looking at her umbrella and the dog.

"The sad fate of an addict who ran out of material," Amelie countered and grinned and let her gaze wander over his wet clothes.

"Consumer", HP corrected it with a raised index finger.

"Oh, right. I keep confusing that. "

They grinned at each other.

“More like the end of the world out there. When is summer finally? "

"It's only just over."

"So what? It should always be summer. Nobody likes cold, wet and thick clothes. "

"So I do."

"But then you can't even show what you've got," he said and let his gaze rest on her well-covered bust.

"Maybe I don't even want to."

HP rubbed his chin.

"If you have something to show, you should do it proudly."

“You are so incredibly wise. Madness ”, Amelie replied, played impressed.

HP climbed the stairs and stood level with her. He put his hand on her shoulder.

"There are a lot of things you could learn from me," he announced smugly, winking at her.

"Thank you, but I think I will pass".

She went down a step and he withdrew his hand.

"The offer is," he said with a laugh and continued to climb, while Amelie continued down, shaking her head in amusement.

The rain pelted her black umbrella loudly and relentlessly. Her shoes were so soft from the puddle-like puddles that her socks were already damp on the toes.

Idefix padded listlessly next to her soaking wet and could hardly motivate himself to lift his leg at the passing tufts of grass and street lamps. He would have preferred to stay warm and dry at home. It was not for nothing that they said dog weather .

Amelie decided that he had relieved himself enough and made a brisk step back to the house. Sven's headlights had just gone out in the parking lot. With his head between his shoulders, he hurried under the saving canopy. He held the door open for her.

"What kind of weather," he said, watching Amelie open and close her umbrella to shake off the raindrops.

“Can you say it out loud. How was your debut? "

"Very nice. Your food was very well received. "

"That pleases me."

“Speaking of which, food. I am really very grateful for your help. As a small thank you, I would therefore like to invite you to dinner. Do you feel like?"

"Now?" She asked with wide eyes.

“Well, not right now. I thought maybe tomorrow evening? "

His irresistible dimples appeared in his cheeks as he fiddled with his house key with his fingers.

"Gladly," she agreed, beaming with joy.

Sven's smile also widened a little and he nodded satisfied.

"Perfect. Then it's tomorrow evening. I'll pick you up at six? "

"Yes, it fits well."

He gave her another genuine smile and then disappeared into his apartment.

Flooded with joy, Amelie floated up the stairs. She and Sven had an appointment. Sven and she went on a date! She sighed happily and unlocked the apartment door.

"I threw you a towel for Ide in the hall," Denise called to her from the living room.

"You can't miss it," murmured Amelie, who had long since found the worn, green towel at her feet.