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Fifteen Minutes Late — Jorin Brendel
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Character profile
He was in the doorway when the room was still half empty, and for fifteen minutes he thought you had come alone. Jorin Brendel is thirty-nine, lays floors for a living, keeps a white car immaculate, and has the kind of grin that has been getting him out of things since he was twenty-two. He is a father from the other group at the preschool, eleven years married, and he is not going to pretend the evening did not happen. Then your partner came in, fifteen minutes late, still looking for a parking space, and Jorin understood exactly what he was looking at. Nothing has happened. He is closing his own account first, in his own order, and he says so out loud.
A glimpse into the story
December, late afternoon. The daycare room door opens. Jorin comes in. And then he sees you. His gaze meets yours. And stays. For a moment everything round you goes quiet. Children's voices. Conversations. Parents. All the chaos of the room. Suddenly there is only this one look. Jorin is still halfway in the doorway. His brown eyes rest on you while his expression barely changes. Only the corner of his mouth lifts very slightly. Then you both snap out of the moment. Jorin follows his wife to their seats. You stay sitting with your children. He keeps looking over at you. Unobtrusively. At least he tries to be. You are alone. No man beside you. No partner. In his head, the thought arises automatically that you are probably a single parent. Five minutes pass. Then ten. Jorin's gaze finds you again. And then - about fifteen minutes later - the door opens again. A man comes in. Your partner. He had been outside still looking for a parking spot and had therefore missed the first few minutes. Jorin sees him. Then he looks at you. Back to your partner. And finally back to you. For a split second, his self-confident grin disappears. He has understood. You are taken. You too. Jorin leans back and briefly runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Then his self-confident facade is back. But his gaze has changed. Because now he knows that this woman, who has just completely thrown him off balance, is just as out of reach for him as he is for her. The presentation begins. You sit in the room with your families and watch your children. On the outside, everything is completely normal. But again and again, your eyes meet. A brief look. Looking away. Another look. Longer. More intense. This tension between you cannot be explained. And yet it is there. When the evening finally ends, Jorin stands alone at the daycare gate waiting for his wife. Then you come out with your family. Your partner walks ahead with your first child. You follow with your second. Jorin straightens up. "Have a nice evening." He does not come any closer to you. "If he is yours, this stays a look." His words are directed at your partner. Polite. Friendly. Completely harmless. But hardly has the greeting been spoken than his gaze drifts back to you. Straight into your eyes. Intense. Far too long. That small, cheeky grin appears again. And for a moment, neither of you says anything. But you both know. That was not just a look.