09 A Fiancée He Loves

Already another day of the heat from sky as strong as if they had just experienced the heat of the century. Soon, it was supposed to turn out, that this indeed was one of the two most hot June in Poland in the last two centuries. None of the living did not remember this month was so hot.

Damian Radosz instinctively hid under the trees looking for a bit of shadow and cool. He suspected that if not for a cool wind, which caused that the air did not happen in place, in a few minutes the heat would be unbearable for him.

He remembered the scene when dressed in a costume from the sixteenth century Brylski stood on the roof in full sun for more than half an hour. At an air temperature reaching almost forty degrees in the shade, the actor could not withstand such working conditions. It was simply impossible.

Nevertheless, Brylski stood patiently and waited. He dripped then, breathed, but he waited for the word ‘action’ with such a focus, as if he was just preparing to perform an open heart surgery. Maybe Rafał Brylski did not finish the acting school, but his approach to the act of actor was very serious and deserved respect.

Damian caught the fact that instead of listening to the woman's voice by the phone, he recalls yesterday's events on the set. He scored himself in his mind. His fiancé deserved something more than just listening to one ear, but Radosz could not deal with anything else that the incident on the plan and the health of the actor playing the main role in his series were more important to him than shopping, which Justyna did in Milan.

“You are listening to me or not?!” He was recalled by the voice of an angry woman to reality. Justyna sometimes could be very partitioned and demanding his attention.

“Forgive me, Honey. This is the heat. I think everyone now has problems with focusing attention.”

Although it was only half of the truth, Justyna felt calmed down.

“Yes, I know you do not like heat. You never wanted to spend holidays in Egypt with me. But why do not you enter the air-conditioned interior?”

“Because I do not like hospitals even more than the heat” he explained by stopping the sigh.

“Hospitals? Did your mother get worse again?”

Justyna's question was the most on the spot. Damian's mother’s health was not the best and for some diseases even the best doctors and the biggest money could not help. Maybe if a woman did not have to work so hard for many years, she could save her body and focus on the treatment of her condition now would be better, but the money came to Radosz too late. Now virtually the only thing he could do is somehow relieve her in suffering.

“No, no” Damian calmed her immediately. “Mom is stable. One of the employees fainted on the set. Nothing terrible, but I thought that I would like to check his condition myself.”

"It's just an employee," Justyna noted. There was no contempt in her voice, only misunderstanding. Justyna did not understand why her fiancé was to take care of someone other than family and friends.

Damian smiled at her, although she could not see his face. But the smile was heard in his voice when he said:

“You know how much I care about this project. I already have enough of being jealous. I want to be proud of our domestic production. I want to produce art for people, not for the very art.”

“I know, I know” Justyna also smiled on her side of the handset. “My father still does not understand you, but I think that your dreams are sweet.”

“Your father is a theater critic, I'm just a little nobody who earned a little money playing with the IP.”

“Do not be so critical with yourself. You know, that's what is so appealing to me is your little IP.”

“More than myself?”

“Let's say that your work perfectly reflects its author. Damian, I miss you so much...”

Hearing this confession, Radosz was both longing and excitement. Totally focused on the conversation, wishing now that he could touch his future bride, kiss her and...

“I missed you too, Honey,” he confessed recalling himself to reality “but you know, now that I would not have enough time for you and you'd be terribly neglected. It is better to have fun with your friends visiting Milan and going shopping.”

“And are not you afraid that some handsome Italian will pick me up?”

“I know he will try, but I also know that my fiancée is not only beautiful but also virtuous” Damian Radosz said serious, although perhaps a little too theatrical tone.

Justyna laughed.

“A classic said that beauty and virtue do not go hand in hand!” she noticed.

“Because of his patron - she was ugly, but she wanted to pass for virtuous

“Damian explained clearly having before his eyes a frame from the movie Shakespeare in Love.

“You're right” Justyna admitted, chuckling. Probably also she remembered this scene, because a few days ago they viewed the movie together. “I love you, Damianku!”

“I love you too, Justynko, my angel...!”

Radosz said exactly what he felt. Justyna was his fiancée for a half a year now, but even if they came from other worlds, they knew each other a long time and perfectly understood. She often stood beside him in moments of doubt, when he wanted to quit what he was doing and find a more secure job. But she, like his guardian angel, standing over him and gave him encouragement. Damian could confidently say that Justyna is the mother of his success.

But there was also something much more, because she was also the person he loved and with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

True love for Radosz was not the same as in romantic movies. At the sight of Justyna, his heart did not leap wildly and joyfully. When they were separate from one another, Damian wither instead of longing could focus on the work, even though it does not have imagined himself his future without her.

Both, he and Justyna were cut from the same cloth, so perfectly understood and they both knew that their marriage will be wonderfully successful.

Perhaps between them there were no fireworks, but there was a mutual understanding, and they were really wonderful support for each other. In addition, there is no need to hide, sex in their relationship was also wonderful.

They would probably say goodbye for a few more minutes, as was the custom between them, but Radosz, who just stared at the door to the hospital saw Anita Janiszek and next to her he saw a thin man in a baseball cap. Damian hastily ended the call and went to their friends.

“Queue at discharge?” He asked.

“Head physician was not available” Brylski said and looked apologetic at Radosz. From under the brim of his cap glittered meadow green eyes. “I am sorry that you had to wait.”

“No problem, after all, it was I who offered to drive you to the hotel. Let's get out of the sun, because something can happen to you again...”

Rafal Brylski was clearly embarrassed and intimidated. When he was sitting next to the driver, he had an aura that said he didn't know what to do with himself.

Such behavior could be annoying in an adult man, only that in the case of Brylski it was not. On the contrary, his shyness was something very refreshing after natural or artificial assertiveness of show business, that Radosz has recently experienced.

The journey in silence was, however, awkward, so Damian decided to break the ice.

“Do you know why I hired you for my production?” he asked Brylski. The young actor looked up at him curiously. His eyes, green as spring grass, flashed.

“No” he said. “I suspect that is because I did a little popular…”