I imagined we met at a tea house, the one in Kings Road with the blue front, for instance. Darío is ordering two strawberry icecreams as I turn back and I see you. You are sitting with your partner, and you see me.

We sit and start to eat, I tell D you are there. 

After a while I decide to go to the toilet, I tell him I want to see if you pick it… He has no problem, he knows how I am. I just have interest in  very specific people. 

I cross past in front of you. 

I stay in the toilets hall watching my phone. You are walking to me now. I say hullo with my eyes, so do you. Bastard! I push you inside the men’s toilet, no danger she’s going in there. I just want to say hullo (oh, or that’s what I say to myself). You don’t deserve this. O maybe you  do. It doesn’t matter anylonger. What difference does it make?

I would pull you inside one of the cabins and get inside with you.