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'So how was El Fernanda?' Andre asked.

'Didn't reach my expectations.'

'Ah, I see.'

'But Andre, I saw this girl.'

'hmm a girl? Keep talking...'

'She walked past the restaurant and she somewhat got my attention. Then something she owns fell from her bag and I went out to give it to her, but I forgot my jacket inside... So it's a long story, but let's just say that luck wasn't in my side today.'

'Wait, so you just left El Fernanda?'

'Was their food good?

'Did you even pay for your food? Andre asked.

'Focus Andre. The girl.'

'Oh, yeah. The girl.'

Because that's the point.

She'd come out of nowhere.

One moment I'd been staring at my own reflection in the window, imagining if I could be a trained assassin, and the next, there she was, walking like everybody, but somehow got my attention.

She walked past El Fernanda -blue coat, different shoes- she was looking around.

For what? For me?

Of course not me, but something.

I remember her entering the cab. She even gave me a small smile.

It was lovely. She was lovely.

That was my chance. To give it back to her. It was my damn chance and I blew it.

'So did you?' asked Andre. 'Did you use the moment.'

I paused.

'No.'

And I hadn't. I'd frozen, for whatever reason. The camera was in my pocket- right there in my pocket. I could've held it up and shouted 'Stop!' and run over and handed it to her. And maybe then we could've got chatting and she'd have suggested dinner in a restaurant better than El Fernanda, and then who knows? Maybe we could've been best for each other.

Because that felt like a new beginning. For some weird reason, I just feel like it does. But I blew my chance.

'Why, man? Why oh why?' Andre said as he took another drink from the fridge.

'What is that anyway?' questioning his new drink.

'Oh, it's' He paused and read the name of the drink. 'It's Pink Sprinkles. Like Coke, but surprisingly better!'

He took a drink and winced. I considered his question.

Why hadn't I done something, said something? Because there's a killer bit. As she climb into the cab- unassisted this time- she 'd seen me. I knew it. It was subtle, but it was there. The briefest of reactions, a tiny silver of something, but nonetheless. A quizzical glance, a tiny nose scrunch, something that told me she sort of though she knew me. A pause. A millisecond, nothing more. and then into the cab, door shut, gone.

'Or maybe' said Andre 'She looked at you because you were a creepy man, at night, standing still, string right into her soul, with one hand inside your pocket. Chizz, man!'

Maybe.

Still. Finally I looked like an assassin.

'And this thing that she owns.. this-'

'Single use 35mm Disposable Camera.' I said, handling it to him.

'Yeah, so what are you planning to do with this? Just hang around Charlotte street, hoping she'll pass again and hand it to her?' He said as he examines the camera.

'Nothing.'

'Nothing? Just nothing? Man up dude!'

'What am I suppose to do? And what do you mean by ''what are you planning to do?'' Do about what?'

Andrea took another swing of his drink and just looked at me.

'Let's go, there are some great night clubs at Charlotte Street.'

We went to The Great O' TimeS with the capital S.

Andre keeps telling me about this girl bartender from this night club and said that he wants to make a move. The only problem is, there is a language barrier cause the girl is Polish and understands little to no English words.

'Her name is Roxy. Cool isn't she?' said Andre.

She's quite tall. Typical Polish. Blonde hair, blue eyes and smooth skin. She seems kind with a big smile on her face. Over all, she looks alright.

'Have you talked to her?' I asked Andre.

'Yeah, she knows my name and that's all. Progressive in some sort.'

He looked around the club and tapped my shoulder almost violently.

'Her!' Andre whispered-screamed to me, face perfectly still. 'Is it her?'

I froze.

'I don't know.' I replied wide eyed.

'Blue vinyl coat?'

I nodded.

'Boots?'

'Of course boots.'

I turned slowly to were Andre is looking. 'No'

'That's a tall black man! Damn, Andre.'

Andre started laughing, hard. Sometimes, he's just plain stupid.

'Well, I don't know, do I? I've never seen this girl. What colour hair does she has?'

'Black, very black.'

'Very black eh?'

And blue! Yes, blue highlights.'

'Eyes?'

'Definitely.'

'I know she has eyes. Chizz, man. I mean colour.'

'Greenish? Blueish. Something in between.'

'Hmm, precise. Let's stalk her!'

Can we? I mean, yes we can, but that'll just make things weird. Like imagine if I do find out who she really is. I'll be knocking on her door as say things like ''Hey, I'm Beck Oliver. I got your disposable cam and we've been stalking you since then. I just wanna return this to you.'' That will be being creepy at it's finest.

'No. That'll be weird and creepy.' I started. 'You know what? Let's go home and play Xbox!'

'Leggo.'

We exited the club and waited for a cab. I scanned Charlotte Street for one last time before entering the cab.

We didn't see her.

Of course we didn't see her.

I mean, why am I getting my hopes high about seeing her? But on the other hand, I can't just ignore that.

That connection I felt.

So sorry if this chapter is quite short. The next one will be better! Promise :) Love y'all.