Elena looked in confusion at her colleagues, who had already begun to look at the closing office door, at the secretary, diligently pretending that nothing was happening.
— I have a son, — she whispered. — And I… I’m not one of those women who throws myself into feelings for the second time without thinking about the consequences.
He carefully took her hand, as if he was afraid to make an extra movement.
— And I’m not one of those men looking for random adventures. These five days were the best thing that happened to me after the divorce. And if you allow me, I will not rush you. I’ll wait. I’ll meet your son. I will prove that I can be close not only by the sea, but also in everyday life.
She looked up at him. There was no play in his gaze, no complacency, no desire to impress. Only warmth, confidence and such sincerity that made Elena’s nose ache.
— Incredible, — she said quietly. — I didn’t even know who you really were.
— Now you know. — He smiled at the very smile that made her knees weaken at the resort. — And I’m used to correcting my mistakes to the end.
Six months later they got married. Elena’s mother, looking at her shining daughter, just smiled and shook her head: «I told you: fate will find you wherever you hide. Even near a broken watermelon».
And the former boss Inna Viktorovna could not explain why Elena’s photograph the day before her return from vacation suddenly ended up in the «folder of new employees» on the table of the new manager.
But that was a completely different story.
End.