One day I met a beautiful girl.
We went to the cinema, drank coffee, went for a walk. And it seems all well. I smile and shoot with my eyes. But it didn’t even come to kisses. Only in the cheek to say goodbye.
I was young and did not know the magic word for the letter "F". But by non-verbal signs, I realized that it was not lighting. Just as if he calmed down and stuck – it calls. Tom calls for a walk.
We went on a walk with Peter. As they went, I was told how she broke up with her ex-boyfriend and how bad she was. And when we reached the Palace Square, crowded with tourists, she said the classic:
Why can’t I just find a normal good guy?
I looked in focus at her. It is in the crowd of people around. With such a dreamy expression. Type: “Where is he, this guy...”
To say goodbye, I was kissed in the cheek.
Time has passed. Sometimes we read on the net. At some point she called again and with the same breath called for a walk.
We went the same route again. And while we went to the Palace, I was told how she was left without work and how she had accumulated delays on loans. And if she does not pay off the debt, it will be bad. They will be put in prison by evil banks. The only way out is to find someone who would take a loan on himself, repay her debt, and she would then give back.
But where to find such a man now... – she finished.
And she looked at me with wet eyes in focus. I watched a crowd of tourists. With such a dreamy expression: “Where is he, such a man...”
I kissed her for goodbye. In the face.