I dream of meeting her.
She likes me fresh breath from ocean.
I saw her first she stood under the rain without umbrella wearing only light coat that couldn't defense her from damp. I offered her my help. But she looked as I was crazy. "Would you like help me?" she laughed. "Booze! This is I want now!"
Probably she just had caught cold, because when we came into café, all she was drinking, was tea with lemon. When I asked about her name she again looked at me such as I was fool. "Well, dear, if you bought me tea it didn't mean we will have a sex." And she gave a wink to me.
I was totally embarrassed. I drank double Scotch whisky again and again. She were smiling and talking nothingness.
Next morning I had a terrible hang-over. All that I found from her was piece of paper with phone number. Almost all of it was washed away by rain. The two of seven figures are clear the rest unreadable. Now I wonder how I could find her. I don't know even the name.
I dream of meet her again.