It's late in the evening and I take a seat at the terrace downtown...
She's wearing the classical uniform - white blouse and black skirt: "Good evening, the kitchen is already closed, and you can only order something from the bar"...
She doesn't look at me, and she's clearly pissed for having such a late client...
"Good evening - since it seems to be so late, will you please order four beers from the bar? I'm expecting somebody and I don't want to have the bar closed too, before he arrives"...
"Yeah, right! Like I have all night to wait for guys like you!"...
"In that case, make it six!"...
"Six what?!?"
"Six beers, since it seems that you are gonna have to join us!"...
I smile, relaxed, while smoking my cigarette...
This time she looks into my eyes for a second.
She tenses: "I do have a boyfriend, you know!"...
My answer comes sharp: "Then make it eight!"...
She bursts into laughter: "Don't you have any limit?!?"
"A limit?!? For what?!? You are young, beautiful, but, at this moment, a little bit too tired and angry"...
She goes away, coming back after some time with two beers: "Don't worry, the rest are in the fridge"...
The time goes by, I have another beer, but my friend doesn't arrive...
She approaches my table: "It seems that your girl has found something else to do"...
It's my turn to burst into laughter: "Gosh! It's not a girl, it's a guy! And, if you turn around, you can see him entering the terrace! He's late, as usual!"...
She flees, coming back with fresh beers.
She approaches me - "The kitchen is really closed, but, if you wish, I can arrange for some steaks"...
I stand up: "Thank you very much! By the way, my name is ..."
She introduces herself as Kathy.
"Here, Kathy, this guy is an old friend of mine, and whatever I need to talk to him can be postponed for a day or two"...
She looks at me, surprised and unbalanced...
"What if I would suggest, politely, that you take two nice steaks from the kitchen fridge, pack them and take them at my place - we can have them done there, and also listen to the latest music that I've received from across the ocean, only two days ago?"...
She doesn't say a word - only turns around and leaves, ondulating her tail as a cat in heat...
By now, I'm also in heat, so that I tell my friend to disappear...
He's stubborn - he laughs at me...
I get mad - he laughs harder...
Finally, he gives up: "You do know that, next time, the beers are on you!
Now, let me finish this one!"...
"The beers, the vodka, the whiskey, whatever! Just beat it! Vanish!"...
Kathy approaches me: "I've told my boss that I need to leave earlyer today... Now, pay this bill and vanish - wait for me at the corner of the street"...
I leave, then take a seat on the margin of the side walk - I'm dressed in a pair of jeans, so that I don't really care...
I sense that a guy leaves the terrace, and gets close to me - he's dressed in the classical uniform of a waiter, but a higher class - he's a a boss, or something...
He walks towards the corner of the street, then he turns back, passing me by - I do feel some tension, but I sit calm, smoking...
Five minutes later, Kathy appears...
"I hope that my uncle hasn't made any comments"...
Then she tells me that he is the big boss over there...
We enter my apartment and let the music surround us - these bloody stupid Americans, with their wonderful music!...
(We're living in a communist country, remember?)...
I don't need to show anything to Kathy in the kitchen - she acts as if she is in her own kitchen...
She even checks the pantry box and grabs some potatoes and beans - the stakes are ready in a few minutes...
As a plus, she opens a bottle of a very good wine that she has found, digging around in my things...
I don't really remember what I've been doing, but, when I enter the kitchen again, the table is set for two, with everything...
We sit and eat...
After we're finished, I thank her and ask: "Is it really true that you have a boyfriend?"
She looks at me, shrewdly, with a spark in her eyes...
"Why do you want to know?"
I sip some wine from my glass, then, making a serious face: "Because you are beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and this so happens to be my apartment"...
She bursts into laughter: "Gosh! And I was thinking that you have taken me to some exquisite hotel!"...
I keep my serious face: "I intend to invite you to dance, then, slowly, take off your blouse, your skirt, your bra and panties, and... make love to you"...
She takes a gulp from her glass of wine, then, looking outside the window: "Is it an invitation, or is it just your wishful thinking?...
I look at her - she's smiling...
