Going places, going to another continent would be a great idea! I was 19 and I could tell everyone that I've seen USA in my teenage years. But I felt awful! Not physically, well physically too. I didn't like flying itself but jet lag was the most awful thing I've experienced while travelling anywhere...

My dad thought it's a great idea. I went kinda by accident. His brother found a pretty profitable job there after years of struggling in many European countries... But it wasn't really my business... Getting a visa was a bit of a struggle and we invested quite a lot of money into the paper work!

So why would push into a country that treats me and my fellow citizens so suspiciously that I have to BUY a visa to be allowed to an airport, with a possibility to be rejected at the very arrival? Well, but here I was, sunny California. I liked sun. I could bare the heat. But I couldn't bare... Plastic Americans. Barbies with silicone boobs at every corner and people lurking at us from time to time. Soulless looks... I knew the language very good. That made me braver, but I just couldn't get used to the foreign atmosphere... It felt so strange, like at a foreign planet. Like I was out of place... Just four weeks... Just four weeks...

I kept repeating that mantra to myself, even after four days of staying at Los Angeles suburbs.
One afternoon my uncle handed me a good amount of cash and told me to go "sightseeing" and he will go with my dad to "have a chat". That meant lots of beer and talking in some expensive bar... Do they have bars in Los Angeles?

Well, cool, uncle! Money always make me feel much better! Money combined with my language skillz can bring me lots of good! I had to be alone anyway. Uncle's adult children were still living in LA too but they were working most of the time. I was starting to like my "loneliness."

The shopping mall was HUGE. There were plenty of places I could hang my eyes on. And much less people I wanted to look at. Over 30% obesity rate was visible even in this surgically planted city. Sometimes I thought I was one of the slimmest people in USA.

I thought I should go for a dinner, not lunch, but for a dinner and try to get some fat. Earlier I spotted some fast food that looked decent enough and uncle said it's pretty good (as for American standards, he added). I took the escalator up and was happy not to be forced to eat Mexican food that I truly hate.

There was moderate number of people inside. I sat down and took a look at the menu. While I was commenting inside how most of these foods have not even a piece of vegetable inside, someone's bright laugh shook me up from my dreams.

I raised my head and after a few seconds the laugh repeated. Oh my god... It was a man... The slimmest man in California! I gazed a bit and analyzed him until he turned his head. I didn't know if he noticed me so I quickly looked down. At the fat-ass menu. I'm gonna get my calories here...
But my thoughts drifted towards the unknown man... He wasn't much older than me... And he laughed so honestly. I haven't seen that honesty in other people I encountered until now! He was close enough and I've seen very warm brown eyes. Yes, a really, really cute man. But not stupid. Cute and stupid men are the worst kind.

I sighed and tried to focus on my food choice. I thought it was whatever since it's all beef stuffed with cheese and served with grease... I shook off pseud-romantic fantasies out off my head and after a minute I hurried to make my order. I wasn't 15 anymore...

And guess what had happened? I seriously forgot about my cute man laughing when I heard that giggle again, just behind my back! Suddenly there was a ton of people in the fast-food and this man took a place right behind weirded-out foreigner... I kept my shit together and tried not to look back. I'm not great at pretending I don't stare when I want to stare... A fat guy took his snacks with him and I ordered my surprise meal with a bit shaky voice, wondering if the clerk is criticizing my accent in her mind. Probably not.

And all this time I could feel an electrifying presence on my back and I listened to cheerful voice talking to some other, more vicious voice... OMG, there are TWO of them! I rolled my eyes and quickly sat down in the nearest free table. There weren't many left.

I finished my meal, partially intoxicated with emotions, crowd and hormones getting into my head every time my ear could catch those two voices lively discussing something... I tried not to focus on their conversation. I tried to enjoy my American food in American fast food. Evaluate if the food tastes like paper, as I've heard. But it was so hard...

I overheard a few loose words and maybe a sentence. They weren't talking about bullshit... That I could deduct. I knew they weren't...

These two Amercian men with their laugh and lively minds took over my mind. And I get addicted quickly...