“The december night came and he thought, ‘it could have been a good story’.
They met under the artificial stars of a bar. Two strangers dancing at the same song, spinning around just in time to end up facing each other.
And the world stopped.
‘Salut!’ he said, ‘hola’ she said, and they smiled and they talked, and they danced, and they laughed. He liked her eyes, she liked his accent, he liked her hands, she liked his hair; and they liked their lips.
The ending night saw her saying ‘meet me here on the december night and let’s do it all over again’.
So he was there, and she….if she had only showed up.”