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       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."