vierailija
On a bus somewhere in the Baltics. A text message arrives on Jere's phone:
B: Are you sleeping?
J: Not yet, is everything ok?
B: Just want to hear your voice. Videocall?
J: We met just a little while ago, and your bed is under my bed, but it's ok.
B: Tell me a bedtime story. I love falling asleep to your voice.
J: Bedtime story. An adult story, I suppose. And not only my voice?
B: Jere, I love that you read my mind. Call now.
J: We have to be quiet so Kris doesn't wake up. I think he's watching over what we are doing.
B: Of course. My mother has asked him to do so. It's not a big deal. But now, call me. I'm waiting.
J: Wait a minute. I need some space, I open my formulasheets.
B: Yes. This is going to be fun.