
Let’s Play
How Harry didn’t meet Sally
The cozy small cafe was full of sweaty tension. Sally was cleaning the tables and wondering if she was the only one feeling the heat. She also wondered if she was the only one emitting it. The boy at the front right table was wearing a bright orange t-shirt and had a short beard here and there on his face, so typical for that dreadful puberty. Sally noticed how he was sneaking his eyes awkwardly towards her and then looking hastily away, proving her first hypothesis.
The silence was wet and heavy on their lungs, leaving them almost breathless, making their thoughts dirtier by every second. Then suddenly Sally felt something. Seconds before it was done, she knew the boy was about to talk. She crossed her fingers and took a deep breath, ready to agree on anything he said:
- Where’s the bathroom?
- Over there. — “Idiot”, she thought to herself.






