It all started with a tap.
I lit a cigarette like whispering a little secret.
Someone tapped me over the shoulder asking for a light. I lit her cigarette, then I tell her that she “owed” me a flick of butane. She turns away.
She smilingly taps me again, and says that my lighter is the gas kind, not the butane kind.
There’s nothing like a warm smile to melt the coldest of hearts, after all. I was won over.
That little interaction caused occasional banter between me and her.
I’d have to admit, I WAS CHARMED. I don’t know anything about this girl, and yet I found her interesting already. Let’s call her Riverdale.
While waiting for somebody else’s wife, (yes, you read that right) she emerged from the exit. She didn’t see me at first, so I made first contact. “Paolo!” she says.
Explaining that I was waiting for somebody else’s wife, she teased me a bit about the danger of my situation. We hung out a bit to look for slippers.
She notices my scent, and I claim it’s my perspiration.
I wondered what she was doing there at the time, because I know that she works graveyard shifts.
“Oh, I’m on EL,” she says.
So I ask, “what’s the emergency?”
She looks at me, smiles then says, “carrying a child.”