Have a nice day!
Kind regards,
Lisa
From: Alexander
To: Lisa
Subject: :)
Hello, Lisa,
I am happy about your email. :) I can imagine you playing with the boy and losing. ;)
Last weekend I was with 5 friends at the boat show. There are fewer and fewer exhibitors each time. :( But it was still fun!
I spent the rest of the weekend repairing my old boat. Since there is sooooo much damage, it doesn’t really work yet. :( But no worries, it won’t sink. :)
Do you think we’ll meet soon? Maybe go on a nice walk and then eat?
Kind regards,
Alexander
From: Lisa
To: Alexander
Subject: :)
Hi, Alexander,
I am also pleased about your email. :)
It would be better to speak in real life. This week I'll be with the family, but maybe next week we can go on a walk together.
In any case, I wish you a beautiful weekend.
Kind regards,
Lisa
From: Alexander
To: Lisa
Subject: :)
Hello, Lisa,
I am pleased once again with your email. :)
What did you do during the weekend? How is the child? What is he like and how are the football games going?
I drove my friend’s boat this weekend. :) It was very nice except for the return trip. On the return trip, the second motor (the boat has 2 engines) no longer worked. It was very difficult to fix! After trying a few times, we managed to fix it. Now all I have to do is disassemble and repair the gear.
Today we grilled. :) It was really great, but it was a little cold when we were not close enough to the fire.
We can go for a walk together. Make a time suggestion.
Kind regards,
Alexander
From: Lisa
To: Alexander
Subject: :)
Hello, Alexander,
I’m OK, thank you! How are you?
This week I learned a lot and spent a lot of time with the family. How was your week?
Maybe we can go for a walk on Sunday at 2 p.m.
Have a nice day!
—Lisa
From: Alexander
To: Lisa
Subject: :)
Hello, Lisa,
I’m OK so far. :) I worked a lot this week! Sunday is a great day. :) Where do you want to meet? Or should I pick you up somewhere?
Best,
Alexander
From: Lisa
To: Alexander
Subject: :)
Hello, Alexander,
We can meet in the center of the city or simply go for a walk and talk.
Have a nice day!
Regards,
Lisa
P.S. What do you want to drive? Your boat?
From: Alexander
To: Lisa
Subject: :)
Hello, Lisa,
OK, let’s meet at the center of the city at 2 p.m. :)
Kind regards,
Alexander
P.S. If my boat worked, I’d gladly use it to go to the city center. :(
Lisa chose the crowded city center as their meeting point because she feared meeting a stranger for the first time, especially one she met on the internet.
29
April came. It was a clear and meek April. Every day, the bright sky was blue, the sun's rays were warming, and the soft and gentle breezes were blowing. The trees began to blossom everywhere. The city turned green. The tall poplars and oaks revived and put on the mantle of majestic green bushes. In the forest covered with leaves, countless species of moss velvet tightened every hole, and the golden rays of the sun lit the ground. All this Lisa enjoyed often and long and almost always alone—this unexpected opportunity to enjoy freedom and loneliness at the same time.
Lisa paced up and down her room. She was hindered only by regrets, trying to figure out how to compensate for it. But when she woke from these thoughts, she discovered something else. In these hours of reflection, she had undergone profound changes. Now that she was alone with them, she was once again aware of old feelings. It left her with no peace of mind. Over the months, her world had been limited to the walls of this glass villa. She knew nothing except for its rules and customs. Lisa remembered that the world was immense to those who dared to enter its space, to seek true knowledge among the hazards of life. It opened a wide field for hopes, fears, joys and worries.
Saturday came with the long-awaited weekend. Lisa woke up in her room and opened her window. The day was sunny and spring-like and tempted to go on a spring aroma pavement and breathe the city spring air.
Today they meeting will happen. Unexpected. Exciting.
Cleaning in her room and wiping the windows, she put her books on the window sill and suddenly heard SMS:
Don't forget. 14.30. I am glad to meet you.
What can I wear for this meeting, she thought to open her wardrobe with clothes. Yes, she didn’t have much, just some university clothes and sales clothes for 1 dollar. The only good thing she found was a violet blouse she bought on a sale. Violet was in fashion that spring, and she put it on.
It was 14.28 on the clock in the subway. And she approached the point of destination. Overcrowded subway with people of different layers: poor students and wealthy pensioner’s travellers. People discussed philosophy, and street musicians played the music.
14.29 She rushed out from the subway and came out to the street of their meeting.
..April...Saturday...15.00...
It was a picturesque street, in the heart of the City, lined with fancy restaurants and prestigious shops through which well-dressed people were coming and going with a sense of casual urgency—as though it just might be affected for the sake of appearances, but imposed from without by the City itself, all to add to an aura of grandiose importance that put a spring in the step of everyone who walked its flawless sidewalks and took in the pleasant odors of fresh flowers, freshly ground coffee beans, and exquisite pastries. The street itself had an all but unpronounceable name, as did many of the businesses lining its either side, rubbing shoulders with internationally recognized firms and clean, tasteful exteriors of granite and marble that nonetheless bespoke both elegance and class. There was mystery in the air, and sophistication…
This was the place, then, crowded as it was, where two people met. The weather was mild; there were businessmen holding outdoor meetings at fashionable cafes, and young women in fashionable clothing shopping at the fragrant boutiques which broke up the otherwise potentially monotonous line of office and major firm buildings along either side of the street. It was crowded, but not hectic; She knew him, when she first saw him; a slow smile spread across her face at the sight of the man, fit and athletic. He was in his late thirties, perhaps thirty-six or thirty-seven... maybe a little older? He looked younger in that way that people with the means and the enthusiasm for life often do, well into their later years. He wore fashionable jeans, and a sporty shirt.
He had noticed her attentions, and he was approaching. “Hello,” he said, looking deep into her sky-blue eyes; she was used to that. She often complimented on them. “You must be Lisa.”