After a year of silence, I received a letter from her. She wrote she was
coming to my city and would be happy to catch up with me here.

That was all of a sudden to me, but I felt glad she remembered about me.
There has never ever been any romance between us; we were just friends, or even
acquaintances, sharing great love to movies. Therefore, I wrote her back and we
picked up the date we would meet.

We agreed that she would come to my neighborhood. I got her message and
headed to nearest subway station. She was standing there, leaning on a column
and looking through photos on her phone. It was difficult to say whether she
had changed a lot or had not changed at all. She grew older, that was obvious;
her hair got longer.

Both of us were rather nervous for a while, I tried to joke but that
sounded miserable. We started talking, there was so much to tell and so much to
learn, that we changed a topic after topic.

We lunched and drank beer. She pranked me much, as I had not learned the
language yet and “my pronunciation was absolutely horrible”. We laughed. It
turned out that she forgot all her cash as she hurried to meet me, so I had to
pay for her. Paying for a girl has never been a big deal for me, but she
blushed and apologized several times.

Her eyes were great. They were shining; she looked interested in what I
was telling her. There was something mischievous in her face.

We drank and laughed, laughed and drank. We spent great time together;
we had so much in common. And then she disappeared as if she never had come.