Love at the corner of 21st and 7th

A late-September morning, in the Atik, at the corner of 21st and 7th..Lea was awake but still a little sleepy. She crawled out of bed and for a second or two, could not remember any of the events of that night..

She started the evening in TaTa - tatangooing until the early hours of this very fortunate Sunday, 26th. She then said good-bye to everyone and went home, right? She could remember passing down MS, seeing some old familiar faces (only Tony's beard was growing longer and redder every year), her shoes were new and hurting... She really was hungry... When was the last time she ate? She had two apples and a banana in her fridge, but they were sitting there for well over a month. She sungazed in the park every morning and that was enough. Until now. She was so hungry. Damn it. Two apples and a banana would not do. She stopped by the kebab place and smiled at the sight of the crispy newly-fried falafels - 7 please. 7 was her lucky number. With sauce. Ahh, they were delicious...mmm, she had forgotten how good food can taste sometimes. Just sometimes.

A sudden rush of total craziness and there she was, barefoot and licking the last remaining bits of sauce off her fingers. One-two-three, one-two-three, she was still dancing and getting very good at it. Lea's imagination was always very vivid, her dreams wild and free, she always imagined herself in love, smiling. She was smiling now as she got to the corner of MS and 7th. Not even 50m and she would be home - it was almost 7am and Lea was starting to feel her bed. Her cosy bed, only 7 floors up the stairs.

She got to the corner of 7th and 21st and.. she suddenly heard someone's soft voice behind her:

- Lea, mornin' sweetie pie;-) I still can't believe how lucky we are bumping into each other that morning..! - she looked at Arti smiling from the bedroom and remembered everything!