SERENDIPITY

3 AM in a surprisingly quiet city.Finished my drink and called it a night.Time to order a taxi... Ten more minutes and it will arrive behind St. Peter’s Church. One last cigarette outside the bar. My hands are freezing. Promise my feet sneakers for tomorrow. High heels are killing me.Saved the walk to the taxi until the very last minute. Open the door and exchange a few Russian words with the driver. When we are about to leave, the door opens: "Where are you going?" I turn my face and see this tall stranger with the most insecure and astonishing smile. He is Latvian. Wanted to smile but my traveler senses tell me to be suspicious so I replied: "Where are you going?", "Embassy neighborhood" he says. That’s my neighborhood. So I asked: "Where exactly?". "Pulkvēža Brieža" he said. In that moment I just forgot everything I have been told about not to talk to strangers and I said: " You must be kidding me, that’s my street".He entered and the taxi started his way. In the backseat we exchanged a few words... What's your name, where are you from, same old same old when you meet someone. The taxi arrives in Pulkvēža Brieža. Asked where exactly. He says: "number 6". That’s my building! How can it be? He pays the taxi arguing that today is a good day. I left my portuguese.temper.on.women.rights.evolution.com somewhere far away and just smiled. We walk to the building, I went to my door. I gave him my "Hope I'll see you again" smile and said good night.

If this had been a film it would be raining and he would kiss me.