The next day at work Mikos showed up. He just appeared in front of me right in the middle of my desk. I had my frappuccino in its usual spot near my computer. He eyed it longingly. He still had is faded hat and worn out clothes on. His outfits never change. Does he have fairies or something that wash his clothes each night? Anyway.
“Would you like some?” I asked.
Looking sheepish, he nodded.
“You know after talking with you yesterday and hearing your story I got to thinking. I really don’t like to share my frappuccino. I like it as much as you do.” I shuffled some papers and moved a few things around my desk. (I moved them around him)
Mikos just starred at me while I talked.
“I understand that your village is back to its glory but how is your family business. Were you able to start that up again?”
“Operations small.” Mikos said.
“Oh.” I looked thoughtful. “And I understand you found a new girl you might be interested in.”
Mikos was looking at the frappuccino until I said something about his new girl. His head whipped up and he looked at me. He smiled wide getting a little red in embarrassment. The look was charming. He shuffled his foot as before, going in circles. “My girl pretty.” He said in his strange accent.
“I’m sure she is very beautiful.”
He looked at the frappuccino again.
Man, he is relentless. I guess I cannot get his attention away from the frappuccino. “Would you like some?”
MIkos nodded emphatically almost loosing his hat in the process.
Smiling I pulled out a small shot glass that I brought from home, not that I have wine or anything, and I picked up my glass bottle of frappuccino, I stopped in mid motion.
Mikos licked his lips.
“Wait,” I said. I put the glass bottle back down and went into the kitchen.
Mikos watched me as I walked into the other room. When I came back, “What do you think I have behind my back?” I asked him.
He shrugged perplexed and a little annoyed. Bringing what I had behind my back to the front I said, “I bought you your own frappuccino.” I put the large glass bottle next to him and his eyes bugged out. The bottle was bigger than him. Mikos jumped into a jig dance. It was so funny to see this little man dancing a jig in happiness. I burst out laughing.
Mikos started laughing himself, his laugh being very contagious, and then he started clapping. While he danced I poured the liquid into the shot glass filling it up. The glass was really too big for him, it looked like a gigantic mug of beer, compared to his sized.
“This is your own bottle and when you come to visit I will pour you some, this way I don’t have to share mine, agreed?”
Mikos nodded as the frappuccino spilled from his little lips. His little hands holding the shot glass such as a child holds a sippy cup, with both hands. His little head going up and down licking the delicious coffee from his lips.
I smiled at him. “Can we be friends now?”
“You human is curious. Why?” he asked.
“Because I like you and I think it’s cool to have a Gnome of my very own.” I put my hands out. “Friends that is. I don’t own you. So will you visit me, and not just for the frappuccino?”
“Mikos happy.” He said. “And he took another big swill from the drink.
“I have another surprise for you.” I told him. “It’s a …
Until next time.
“Would you like some?” I asked.
Looking sheepish, he nodded.
“You know after talking with you yesterday and hearing your story I got to thinking. I really don’t like to share my frappuccino. I like it as much as you do.” I shuffled some papers and moved a few things around my desk. (I moved them around him)
Mikos just starred at me while I talked.
“I understand that your village is back to its glory but how is your family business. Were you able to start that up again?”
“Operations small.” Mikos said.
“Oh.” I looked thoughtful. “And I understand you found a new girl you might be interested in.”
Mikos was looking at the frappuccino until I said something about his new girl. His head whipped up and he looked at me. He smiled wide getting a little red in embarrassment. The look was charming. He shuffled his foot as before, going in circles. “My girl pretty.” He said in his strange accent.
“I’m sure she is very beautiful.”
He looked at the frappuccino again.
Man, he is relentless. I guess I cannot get his attention away from the frappuccino. “Would you like some?”
MIkos nodded emphatically almost loosing his hat in the process.
Smiling I pulled out a small shot glass that I brought from home, not that I have wine or anything, and I picked up my glass bottle of frappuccino, I stopped in mid motion.
Mikos licked his lips.
“Wait,” I said. I put the glass bottle back down and went into the kitchen.
Mikos watched me as I walked into the other room. When I came back, “What do you think I have behind my back?” I asked him.
He shrugged perplexed and a little annoyed. Bringing what I had behind my back to the front I said, “I bought you your own frappuccino.” I put the large glass bottle next to him and his eyes bugged out. The bottle was bigger than him. Mikos jumped into a jig dance. It was so funny to see this little man dancing a jig in happiness. I burst out laughing.
Mikos started laughing himself, his laugh being very contagious, and then he started clapping. While he danced I poured the liquid into the shot glass filling it up. The glass was really too big for him, it looked like a gigantic mug of beer, compared to his sized.
“This is your own bottle and when you come to visit I will pour you some, this way I don’t have to share mine, agreed?”
Mikos nodded as the frappuccino spilled from his little lips. His little hands holding the shot glass such as a child holds a sippy cup, with both hands. His little head going up and down licking the delicious coffee from his lips.
I smiled at him. “Can we be friends now?”
“You human is curious. Why?” he asked.
“Because I like you and I think it’s cool to have a Gnome of my very own.” I put my hands out. “Friends that is. I don’t own you. So will you visit me, and not just for the frappuccino?”
“Mikos happy.” He said. “And he took another big swill from the drink.
“I have another surprise for you.” I told him. “It’s a …
Until next time.
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