My Ice Prince - стр. 52

I wanted to switch bikes while the owner was at college, but I guess I didn't have the time. Thankfully, the weather was nice. For me.

– I'll fix this bike, but I bought you a new one anyway» I said, looking at Misha 's frowning but handsome face.

– And where is it? – She asked. Her eyebrows went up.

– There. – I pointed to my car, where her new bicycle was leaned against it.

The young vampire glanced at it, and her face took on a mocking expression.

– Pink? Are you laughing? – She asked mockingly, but then her voice filled with resentment. – I'm already considered to be a dumb blonde, and you bought me a pink bike?

– I didn't think you'd feel that way about it. Honestly. There were only pink, green, and black colors in the store» I tried to explain my choice honestly.

– «You should have taken the black one. Even it's better than…this one. – Her voice trembled.

Misha looked longingly at the pink bike. The girl's face was as sour as if she had eaten a whole basket of lemons.

– What difference does it make what color the bike is? – I was sincerely surprised: Misha 's reaction was incomprehensible to me.

I told the truth: I had chosen the pink two-wheeled horse without any mockery or backward thought, but I just thought that since Misha was still very young (for a vampire's age), the pink color would be to her liking. After all, she had blue colored nails.

– Big. I don't like pink: it's frivolous» the girl replied sullenly.

– Put your shoulder down» I said.

– What?» She gave me a surprised look.

– You always lift your left shoulder. – I touched her raised shoulder and pressed it gently; it returned to its normal position.

– I didn't realize I was doing that» Misha said thoughtfully.

I was surprised by her calmness: it turned out that she still knew how to talk normally, without hysterics and without raising her voice, but before her behavior claimed the opposite.

– I know why: I like to lie on my left side when I surf the Internet» she said suddenly, and then looked at the pink bicycle again. – If that's the case, I'll take this disgusting pink thing to match your opinion and the opinion of others, but I won't ride it, I'll give it to Mary. You'll fix up my blue one for me. Deal?

I grinned: how stubborn!

– Okay, then wait for him tonight» I said, pleasantly surprised by her calm demeanor. – You lifted your shoulder again. Keep an eye on it. You know, you're not like yourself today: too calm.

The girl looked at me resentfully.

– You think I can only yell? Well keep thinking, I don't care at all.

Misha came to the pink bicycle, rolled it to the side of the road, sat down and left, and I looked at her with surprise: she rode slowly, very smoothly, beautifully, and her hair tied in a long ponytail fluttered in the wind. At that moment she seemed to me very fragile.

«I should have known how old she was» I realized.

After watching the girl disappear around the nearest corner, I tied the blue bicycle to the roof of my Mustang with a rope and drove home to get it repaired. I kept my promise: I smoothed out the warped iron, replaced the bent wheel with a new one, tightened all the bolts, which were already considerably loose, and wondered how Misha could ride this half-decayed piece of iron. In the evening I brought the bike to her house, but it wasn't Misha who took it, but her girlfriend, who was once again in homemade clothes, and now I was finally convinced that this mortal lived with the young vampire under the same roof. Misha herself not only didn't come out to me, she didn't say a word.