She crossed the street in a hurry, trying to be invisible. The pub was a few meters away and her heart had already started the escape route, wanting to get out through the mouth. Suddenly, she saw him. Leaning with one foot on the wall, he had one hand in his pocket and the other one on the phone. She slowed down the rhythm and mentally thanked the technology, which would make him to focus on something else as she approached. When she was less than a meter of him, he looked up and recognized her. She smiled. He too. Both entered into the pub. She stopped at the counter and asked for a beer, while he blew her hair, only to annoying. They talked for a few minutes, laughed, but it was impossible to concentrate in fact. The anxiety seemed to be palpable. Her body could feel a slight electric shock every time they touched each other by accident and she had to make an enormous effort not to grab him every time the cute dimple in his cheek appeared. Until he hear her thoughts, perhaps too loud, and invite her to go to somewhere else. Taxi, elevator, doors, clothes thrown, sighs, tuning into touches, an end leading to a start. She had found a small infinite. A few times she lost sanity. A few times she felt drowning in his eyes, that mix of blue and green, which seemed to see her beyond what she could say. In the middle of this flood of feelings, she decided to leave before she got stuck forever in the knot of his arms. But it was too late. On the way back home, she realized: she had forgotten her own heart on the bed.


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