Miss df

It was a sunny day, I was dressed in a black suit and I had my new silver ballerina shoes on. I was carrying my leather bag with gold details (yes I know it doesn’t go with the silver shoes, but that bag is so perfect I wore it anyway). I was nervous and exhausted and scared and exited. Everything at once, but mostly, I was hungry. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and I still hadn’t had a chance to have lunch because the people that were in charge of my visit had not let me have lunch until now.

We crossed the road, where at least to me, millions of cars passed every second. It was dangerous to pass it, but I have always been scared of busy roads and cars, so objectively maybe it wasn’t that dangerous after all. He gave me a troubled look when he saw how problematic I thought it was to cross the road.
 
A few blocks away he stopped outside a restaurant. It was that kind of restaurant that is so cool, you can’t even tell from the outside it is a restaurant. But when we opened the door and entered, I have to say I was impressed. I think it was probably one of the most exiting restaurants I have ever visited, even though it was just for lunch and I was wearing a suit and I was with one of the strangest looking guys I have ever met, in a strange country far away from my safe little world.

I wondered what the handsome waiters thought when we entered, because I think we must have looked a bit odd. I was certainly over dressed and he..well..how can I describe it, he looked like someone from a science fiction novel. He was tall, very tall and very thin. His hair was blond, long and curly, and he wore it in a tail. It was starting to get a little grayish. He had big blue eyes, and earrings. He wore black jeans with a high waist and a leather jacket, and he hadn’t shaved for a while. His teeth were yellow and stuck out from his mouth in a not so charming way, and yes, he had a big scar on one of his cheeks.

He asked if it bothered me if he smoked. I said no (even though it does bother me if someone smokes, but what else was I supposed to say?). So when he smoked, he blew out the smoke as if he was in a hurry, and then when the smoke almost covered his face, he shook his head so that the curly hair sort of absorbed the smoke and I could see his eyes again. I was stunned, I had never seen anything like it. And behind that science fiction look, there was a person like nothing I have ever met before. It was like talking to someone that already knew you, someone that had such a kind soul, it seemed almost unreal.
It had some similarities with being on a date.
But it was most certainly not such an event.

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