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Mr. X

About a week later...

Boredom... this word sums up my Saturday morning. No college, German course and especially without Carlos, who is working, as always. And to keep the routine, I turn on my computer that already logs directly into the RLC. I notice that Mr. X is online, but I prefer not to call him , I still need a good dose of caffeine to wake up. I put Talia in a club to dance, and I’m going to prepare my coffee.

After I have my breakfast, I go back to my computer and notice that there’s an open dialog window:

Mr. X (online) — Good morning or good afternoon... maybe a good night, Talia.

Mr. X (online) — How are you?

Mr. X (online) —??

Mr. X (online) — Are you there, Talia?

Mr. X (online) — Why aren’t you responding?

I take a deep breath, smiling, and then I write,

Talia (online) — Hello, Mr. X, sorry if I didn’t answer earlier, I was having a nice breakfast. I’m very well, and you?

Mr. X is typing...

Mr. X (online) — I am very well, but intrigued by your profile.

Talia (online)
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