(In english, for once.)
Angie looked at me with her big, dark eyes.
"Give me your number, just in case we lose eachother."
I searched for a pen, but couldn't find one.
- "I don't have a pen." I said. "But we won't lose eachother."
She smiled. "Okay."
I took her in my arms and kissed her.
- "It's only for one hour. I'll meet you at the station."
She thought for a second.
"Yes, you're right."
She paused.
"But let's say goodbye, just to be safe."
- "No worries, I'll be there."
"But, just to be sure..."
I smiled. I softly stroke her hair.
- "Okay" I said. I squashed her body in my arms.
- "I had a wonderful time, Angie."
"I had too."
- "And it makes me a bit sad to see you go."
"I don't want to go."
- "I know."
"I really like you."
- "I really like you too."
"Let's meet up later."
"Let's."
She took her bag.
"So, I'll see you in an hour?"
- "Yeah, I'll be there."
"Okay."
She hugged and kissed me again.
Then she opened the door, gave me one last kiss and walked down the stairs.
When she left I realised I didn't know which station I was supposed to meet her. But maybe it was supposed to be like that.