Who: Robert Baker + Open to Anyone! When: Saturday morning Where: Around Kjøkken in Bregneveien What: At the end of Bob's ambiguous meeting, he decides to make the best out of the day by going around town. Warnings: tbd. Rating: tbd.
With their breakfast paid and their conversation -- among many others -- at an end, Robert rose with the long-haired brunette and smiled to her when she offered one that was awkward and perhaps, even a little sheepish. "I," he said to begin, shaking his head a little, spreading his hands open briefly to show his sincerity, "I really, truly am sorry I made you uncomfortable. I didn't think...I only wanted to surprise you."
"I know, Bob," she said with a sigh, taking her purse and clutching it with both her hands in front of her. "I hope this doesn't mean we can't be friends anymore. After all, I made you follow me out here in Norway. In the middle of nowhere...all the way from London."
"It's completely okay, I promise," Robert laughed a little as he said that. England was getting a little too old for me, he would have said but he just kept his smile on as he pocketed his hands. "So, I'll see you on Monday."
"Yeah," she said with a nod. With a wave, she turned and left.
Bob stayed by their table until he could no longer see her from where she went. Then with his own sigh, he left the restaurant and crossed the street, slipping his phone out of his pocket to dial a number. By the time he was listening the voice in his ear, he was already standing in front of an ice cream stall.
He pointed to a flavor and lifted the same finger. "Dad, hey," he said to the phone as the lady behind the cart began to prepare his order. "How are you?...No, things are-- things are great here, Dad," he said that with a brush of laughter while he gestured for the young woman to wait while he fished out his wallet. "I just...I just thought I'd call...Elena broke up with me." Another sigh as he paused in his movements briefly. "That's why she moved to Norway, she didn't want to go on with me anymore but she just didn't have the heart to say it."
Finally, he handed the payment over, slipped his wallet back in and received his ice cream. "No, I'm okay, Dad. Really, I'm okay," he made another form of laughter to try to convince his father that he really was while he ate his ice cream. "Don't worry about me...no, I'm not going back to London. At least not yet. I've got a job I need to finish and I'm sure there'll be more for me. Norway is beautiful, Dad," he said this as he stopped and looked around, as if to show his father in England it, "It's quiet and it's strange. It's beautiful. Maybe one day I'll take you here. Well, I'll call again, Dad. I just...I just wanted to know if you're okay, and I just wanted to tell you about Elena. Okay, bye."
That was the end of the call. Robert slipped his phone back into his pocket, ate his ice cream, and then at the corner, looked around. Erik had recommended the Troika cake. Bob figured he might as well get one while he was out, maybe Yasmin would appreciate it.
Hopefully someone who spoke English would be kind enough to point him to the right direction...