Veil — Chapter 15

[Aleksander]: Someone asked me to see if you'd model for some photos.

[Emma]: Ah.

[Emma]: Modelling...

[Emma]: Modelling...

[Aleksander]: Uuh... in a way, yes.

[Emma]: it's someone that changes clothes all the time, right?

[Emma]: Makeup, too?

[Aleksander]: And since you love dressing up...

[Aleksander]: Well, it's true. That's what a model is.

[Aleksander]: And a lot of people will be looking at you.

[Aleksander]: And you told me you like to do all sorts of things...

[Emma]: Yes, that's true...

[Emma]: More than I can ever dream to carry.

[Aleksander]: My fault?

[Emma]: The pockets and buttons are so funny!

[Emma]: They're all really nice to feel.

[Emma]: They're so soft.

[Emma]: This coat, for example, is so soft, I love it!

[Aleksander]: I'm glad you like them.

It's like burning...

[Aleksander]: The guy we met in the hall the other day...

[Aleksander]: Do you remember?

[Aleksander]: He's a photogra-

[Emma]: Is he, now...?

[Aleksander]: And you become a sign for high brand shops.

[Aleksander]: The shops on the big avenues.

[Aleksander]: In some big display...

[Aleksander]: There'll be gigantic pictures of you...

[Emma]: Woah!

[Emma]: You sure have a vivid imagination.

[Emma]: You should share it with me.

[Emma]: By the way...

[Emma]: If I like dressing up so much, it's only your fault.

[Emma]: All those clothes in the wardrobe...

[Emma]: You're the one that chose them.

[Emma]: I don't even know how many there are.

[Emma]: Today, your voice is shaky I feel.

[Emma]: ...Would you be happy?

[Aleksander]: It'd be nice, I think...

[Aleksander]: Well... I don't know...

[Aleksander]: I don't know anything about it.

[Aleksander]: I have no clue...

[Emma]: Really, I thought you knew everything...? But not that.

[Emma]: When I answer the phone at the station...

[Emma]: That means that...

[Emma]: Or serve tea for everyone...

[Aleksander]: Is that true?

[Emma]: Yes.

[Aleksander]: You might not be fit for that job, then...

[Aleksander]: And yet, you're so pretty...

[Aleksander]: Go ahead.

[Emma]: And if more people than I can count on my fingers and toes...

[Emma]: Were to look at me like a model...

[Emma]: ...Or listen to music...

[Emma]: You don't know either! You don't realise...

[Emma]: I don't even know which way is up!

[Emma]: My head's so busy...

[Emma]: That I feel like my eyes are like spinning tops!

[Emma]: Say...

[Emma]: Can I ask you something?

[Emma]: Why don't you sit next to me?

[Emma]: And let me feel your face, come on.

[Emma]: Stay close to me, alright?

"Her"

Emma, 21 years old She grew up fed with a silver spoon. She likes to "touch". She hates doctors. She likes wine and spirits. She likes herbal tea. She has three older sisters, two younger sisters, and a dog.

"Him"

Aleksander, 23 years old He's a civil protection officer in Sashenka's police station. He likes reading. He's not a morning person. He smokes Chesterfield. He likes Assam tea. His half sister works in a cabaret.

[Emma]: Well, well...

[Emma]: You shouldn't stay like that, a thousand steps away from me.

Veil 1; Body temperature of Orange - END