"Hello??", he insisted, without stopping his smile. I was so abstracted that I hadn't say anything to him yet. He looked funny at the situation, making me afraid again of his being another man trying to take advantage of my desolation.

Finally, I talked, in a shattering voice, denoting my nervous state. "Hi!", I smiled. "U want a coffee?" I didn't know how I was able to make that offer, but suddenly something in me told me it was just the appropiate move.

"Sure. May I...?", he seemed to doubt at the very time he grasped the chair back to sit down.

"Of course", I allowed him to share my lonely table. I was feeling so idiot as in a teenager love.

He called the waiter to ask for his drink... an American tea without sugar. Nobody talked after the order... It was a weird inner situation between two perfect unknowns to break the logical first silence. The waiter brought the tea and he concentrated for some seconds in moving the drink with the little spoon. I didn't why but, to my surprise, he looked somewaht ashamed. I tried desperately to find word inside of me to finish with that situation, to say something. It was strange, but so much illusionated as I had been with the mere thought of seeing him, I hadn't thought of what could I say if I was bound to the moment.

"I... I felt maybe I should come today. I didn't know if you would be here, but I think I owed you an explanation", he took the initiative, what supposed a great relief to me.

"Weird yesterday, uhmm?", I answered. I didn't know where my words had their source but that moment was not to be left passing. "You shocked me yesterday, and I was curious about your...original message. In fact, and maybe I shouldn't tell this to you, I was waiting for you, though I didn't have any clue on if you would finally come or not". I regretted my words the very moment they went out of my mouth and I glanced at him, frightened of his reation to them. I calmed down, for I didn't see any typical bastard reaction from his part.

"Maybe I put my fingers where I was not supposed to do, maybe this is none of my business and maybe you think I'm a fool, a mad one or a stupid guy, but I could feel it", an interrogation appeared in my face at the sound of these words. I nodded, without words to answer with. He smiled again. "I felt something was very wrong with you and I knew that this will surprise you, and perhaps it'll sound presuntuous to you, but I wonder whether I could help you. You seemed alone... you threw your pain to me... and it was really painful, because I think I also know that place. I didn't know what to do but it was strange and I felt keen on meeting you again. That's the reason of my try to come here today. Yesterday was the first day I came here, it was casual we met." He got silent, as if he felt having said too much.

My brain was a mess of contradictory thoughts. I didn't know what to do, what to say... I was completely unarmed against such an amount of frankness. Could I trust him? Should I? I was not prepared to defend myself against nothing. It was too soon, for I was not healed yet. I found his green eyes looking straight into mine.

"Do you realize that we haven't introduced each other?", I decide to break the ice with a non-relevant questions, but still an important one.

"Oh... sorry", he looked embarrased, "what a fool... I'm Michael"

"Nice to meet you, Michael. My name's Sydney"

"Nice to meet you too.", he said as he stretched my hand. An electric shock crossed me at his warm touch. Again I had no explanation for the feeling, but I felt secure with him, I felt good. But I was still afraid of being cheating on myself, lying to me with an illusion of someone special entering my life.

After the mutual introduction, an uncomfortable silence covered our table again. We had talked at first about such a subject that now it seemed difficult to recover the conversational line. He came out with the best suggestion to save the situation.

"I think that it may a good idea to act as if nothing had happened. We've just known each other and we're not supposed to feel comfortable at telling such intimate issues from the first moment". I nodded at their speech. He looked at my books. "Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet? That's also one of my favourites. I've read it hundreds of times..."

"For me, this is not the first neither", I smiled to him.

That was the beginning of a kind conversation about English literature, which we found to be one of our common passions. Time passed and a bell sound woke us up from our discussion. I didn't remember when was the last time I had felt so well with another human being, immersed in an interesting talk and drinking a hot tea. I felt in heaven. Maybe this would become to nothing but it was worth to try what could happen.

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