Oh no, look at that Silke, Verena thought as she looked to her right two tables away in the restaurant. And she seems to have a new boyfriend, that’s interesting, she realized as her gaze lingered on them. She remembered exactly what it was like when Silke had stolen her boyfriend, with whom Verena was very much in love, almost two years ago. It had been Saturday and she had openly flirted with him on the way to the disco. Once there, things really got going.
Again and again, Silke allowed generous glances at her cleavage, which Verena’s boyfriend was happy to take advantage of. She also kept pushing her skirt up a little, which he obviously enjoyed and found exciting.
It went on like this all evening, but Verena hadn’t thought too much about it yet, as she trusted her boyfriend and didn’t trust her friend Silke to take this final step. If only she had, she would have been spared the huge disappointment she suffered when her then boyfriend told her after just under a week that he and Silke were now together. And he told her even more. These were things that only hurt her even more. How great Silke was in bed, how funny and spontaneous she was and so on. Verena remembered as if it were yesterday how much she had cried and how much it hurt when her heart broke in two…
Yes, dear Silke, mine is revenge!” Verena now thought and had to grin as she got up from her chair, apologized to her companion for a moment and went to Silke at the table. Her idea grew into a devilish act as she stepped up to their table.
“Hello, Silke, here too? Nice to see you.”
Verena gave her a very friendly smile. Silke looked up at her.
“Yes, hello, Verena!” she replied to her former friend’s friendly greeting. From Verena’s friendly manner, she assumed that she was no longer angry with her. “This is Jörg, my friend,” she introduced her companion.
“Hello, Jörg!” Verena held out her hand to him and he took it. He had nice warm hands and a strong handshake, Verena was pleasantly surprised to discover. She also liked the rest of him. Yes, Silke had never had bad taste, Verena added cynically, remembering that her boyfriend at the time had also been quite good-looking. She looked at Jörg’s face again. Their eyes met – only for a tiny moment, but it was enough to get Verena’s blood pumping. Her heart beat faster, partly because of her idea of revenge, but also because of Jörg’s good looks and intense gaze.
“Won’t you join us? Then we can chat about old times again,” Verena suggested with her most amiable smile. Silke looked at her friend and when he nodded and said “Why not?”, she stood up and was clearly delighted with Verena’s invitation. The two of them took their pizza and drinks with them and the three of them returned to the table. Verena introduced them to her friend. They spent what seemed to be a fun and harmonious evening together.
Verena’s game began when Jörg also sat down. As he had taken a seat next to her, their legs kept touching as if by chance. Verena’s hand also “accidentally” slipped onto Jörg’s leg once. As soon as he felt her touch, he looked at her from the side, but she continued talking to Silke as if nothing had happened. Verena noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jörg was looking at her, and she was pleased. He grinned and took another sip from his beer glass.
Oh, he doesn’t mind? That’s nice!” Verena was pleased and felt encouraged to repeat this tender gesture after a while. Now that Jörg was looking at her again, she didn’t look away, but looked him in the eye. They maintained this moment of intense eye contact for a few seconds. Just long enough for Silke not to notice, but it triggered more in them. Verena began to flirt discreetly with him. And he with her. He responded to her and returned her looks. Yes, he would serve her as a means to an end. A very attractive means, she realized with a smile.
The evening was drawing to a close and as everyone yawned more and more, they paid and got ready to leave. Verena, however, went back to the bar and asked for a pen and a beer mat. She wrote her first name and telephone number on the cardboard, handed the pen back and discreetly slipped the lid into Jörg’s jacket pocket as she said goodbye. The farewell was friendly and cordial. And anyone who didn’t suspect what kind of diabolical plan was going on in Verena’s head – and none of those present did – would have thought that good friends were saying goodbye to each other in harmony. Verena cleverly concealed the fact that this was just an act on her part.
She had almost stopped believing it, but after three days Jörg actually called. Verena had already suspected that he hadn’t been able to call because Silke was there or that he hadn’t found the piece of cardboard yet. She hoped that he and Silke weren’t living together yet and that he could speak freely. She happily told him how pleased she was that he had called. She could literally hear his smile on the other end. He then told her that he had emptied his pockets to wash his jacket and had found her number. He had been surprised, but pleased at the same time, he told her. Verena’s heart beat faster when she tenderly told him how much she had liked him that evening and that she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He returned her compliments, still smiling, telling her how interesting he thought she was and that she had looked really beautiful that night in the pizzeria.