I don't think I could follow the man yet who looked at me today in the café. Even if his smile was just the right smile: knowing and a little ironic, but also admiring and very promising. Well-dressed, but no dandy, his hair a little too long and tousled to be working in the financial sector. A writer maybe, or a professor, or at least a language teacher. An attractive man who knew of his attraction and who know that it was noticed. A lady's man. I smiled back, but only shortly, then took my bags without any hurry and left. When I looked back I saw that he was leaving just after me, he must have half hoped that I was waiting outside. But I turned the corner and carried my load to the bus-stop.
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