Nervously, he sat next to her on the bench at the tea stall.
The sound of the honking cars, the stench from the gutter and the steam coming from the huge vessel of tea on the stove, nothing seemed as bad when he was next to her.
In his head, it was even romantic!
He smiled goofily at his thoughts.
Suddenly, her cough brought him back to reality.
He realized he should say something to her. Anything to break the ice!
Nothing seemed to be coming to his mind.
Suddenly, all his senses seemed to not be working.
It was chaos!
When suddenly, he burst out saying…
He – So, what do you do when you’re not a prostitute?
And he regretted it the moment the words rolled off his tongue.
But she didn’t seem to mind. She laughed an unpleasant laughter but it seemed like the most beautiful sound to him.
She – I’m a poet.
And she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from inside her blouse and handed it to him.
Shabbily scribbled on it were a few verses.
Suddenly, the illiterate pimp fell in love with letters.