Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More We didn't meet anywhere for two days. We were moving in different time loops: or common sense gave us a chance to forget the whole incident and fall in love: for example: with an abyss or a bottomless well - me: a newly inplanted male maid and he: a hopeful member of a never-green transnational organization - but then chance brought us face to face again: as we passed each other in the elevator doors: and then again: in front of the gift shop: and under the palm trees at the reception - and when we met on the short staircase leading to the meeting room and our eyes touched for the fourth time: he approached me and said: "we should talk." "I don't know - is that a good idea?" "Probably not: but I feel like we have no choice." It was strange: how I immediately began to perceive my body differently. Especially the hair. And skin. I felt every green millimeter of it under my clothes: and often involuntarily touched and checked if it was smooth. I bought Aloe vera body lotion and shampoo with conditioner and combed my hair for a long time in the morning. Right from the beginning: I was simply on the subtler side: which I confirmed by arriving late for our first date. The End of the Universe - the restaurant directly below the dolphinarium was buzzing with multilingual conversations and ringing with cups: plates: and cutlery. "Sorry:" I said to Bryan as I sat down in the box next to him: "I haven't been out of the hotel in a while." "I'm glad you came. What would you like to drink?" "I don't know: have you already ordered?" "Coffee." I picked up the menu: "Let's see what they have:" I said looking at him with wide eyes. He was beautiful. And very nice. We talked about his passion for exercise and sports - about his studies at the military school: which he recently finished - about my unusual job: hotel scents and my love of narration: and our common enthusiasm for music of various genres: which we excitedly shared together late into the night after discovering it. Then we ordered the bill and in my fortune cookie was the sentence: "winter hummingbirds like to sit on snowflake branches." "Forty two?" :read Brayen with interest: "what does it mean?" "It's from.. It doesn't matter ..but the menu says: that if you find a number in the pastry: you get one hour of free night swimming." "Really?" "For two."