love has many names part 6

Wiktor led her through streets that were very similar to each other. If it weren't for him, she would surely have gotten lost here; it was clear he knew this area well. She trailed after him without thinking and without speaking, he didn't break the silence. He probably knew I didn't want to talk.

"I live here," he replied, satisfied, and pointed to a pretty, though old-fashioned, tenement house. Amelia also stopped and stared at the building for a moment. He noticed that it was painted light blue, although at night, unlit, it appeared grayish. Around each window, and there were many of them, were figurines of angels.

"Come in," he said, opening the door and letting her go ahead.

They walked up the stairs in silence, passed a dozen or so doors, and must have been on the third floor when Wiktor stopped in front of one of the doors on the first floor and started opening it

. "You're finally here, I was worried, you only went to... oh, I see you brought a guest," said a slightly surprised petite blonde, who was standing about two meters in front of them, holding a plate. Amelia was a little flustered, but after Wiktor's inviting gesture, she took off her shoes and approached the blonde.

"This is Amelia and this is Sylwia," Wiktor said, and the girls shook hands.

His girlfriend is pretty, though a bit too short for him, Amelia thought, looking at the girl

. "You'll sleep in the living room, and Sylwia and I will in this room," he said, pointing to a door. "You should be comfortable

." "I'm sure you will be too," she thought angrily, but she smiled as sincerely as she could .

"Now, excuse me for a moment, but I need to talk to Sylwia for a moment

." "Okay! No problem, go." They

left the hall, and she stood there, frantically thinking, "Oh my God, she's his girlfriend, she's probably angry that he brought me here." She quickly grabbed the notebook that was lying on the dresser next to the phone and wrote: "

Wiktor, I'm sorry, but I can't disturb you, and that's exactly what would have happened if I had stayed. It was nice meeting you, but I can't take advantage of your kindness. Have a nice evening, Amelia." P.S. I apologize to Sylwia for the incident.

She then ran out of the building. There was a taxi rank across the street. She quickly got into one and asked to be taken to the hotel closest to the train station.

The hotel was small, called Kalamir. It was clean and well-maintained, and the room she was given was very comfortable and tastefully furnished. Although very modest, the details created a perfect whole. Exhausted, Amelia fell asleep quickly and, as she requested, was woken at 8 a.m. She decided to take the first train to Krakow. She quickly packed, paid for her stay, and set off for the train station. The journey wasn't long, so she decided to walk. As she walked, she passed school-age children who were probably going to school to study. She smiled to herself. She clearly remembered the times when she would march with a backpack full of books to study hard. Her father would often walk her, and when he came home after classes, he would take her for ice cream or a cocktail at the ice cream parlor located on the way home. These were "Great times," she thought as she climbed the station steps. She was surprised at how quickly she got there and quickly approached the ticket counter, where no one was there

. "One ticket to Krakow, please, for the next departure in the non-smoking compartment, reduced," Amelia said, handing the woman her student ID

. "Please wait a moment," the woman replied, taking the document from her

. "One more, please, preferably next to that one, also a student," someone said in a breathless voice, placing the ID and money on the counter in front of the cashier. Amelia turned around and, with horror in her eyes, said,

"Oh, it's you, what are you doing here?"

"Should I give you two or not?" the woman asked.

"Yes, of course," the boy confirmed with a nod.

The woman at the ticket office gave them their tickets and they walked away and sat on a bench.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

"Hmm," he frowned. "I guess I should be asking the questions, but whatever. After you left the apartment yesterday, leaving some piece of paper that didn't explain where you were going or your phone number, I searched all over the city for six hours. I couldn't find you in any hotel, because I don't even know your name." He smiled at her pleasantly and continued talking. "I knew you wouldn't want to stay here anymore, so you'll definitely take the first train to Krakow. I've been sitting here since 7 a.m. waiting for you..." "

Oh, Wiktor, you shouldn't have... I didn't want to cause you so much trouble, really." I'm sorry for all this, but I simply couldn't stay at your apartment. Your girlfriend was so surprised when she saw me, and I didn't want to disturb you. It wouldn't be fair to you since you've already done so much for me. And now your girlfriend is probably angry enough that I first wanted to spend the night at your place, then you spent so much time looking for me, and now you're coming home

... I'm sorry - it's fine, but now tell me which girlfriend of mine you're talking about..