It was raining and she was wet.
He had no umbrella,
Neither did she.
He was standing under the bus stop roof. She saw him and walked over.
Her name was Gloria, from Australia. She was looking for the bus stop.
They examined the schedule and realized they were going to the same hotel. The bus would arrive in 30 minutes.
Behind them was a fancy cafe, a boutique coffee shop that resembled a Turkish diner.
She ordered them drinks, as she insisted, and he went and sat down. He couldn’t recall a time before when someone offered him a drink.
He watched the room. The people. He watched her from across the way.
She placed two drinks on the table and sat down.
“What’s this called?” he asked.
She looked him in the eyes, softly, and said, “An Exotic Treat.”
He hesitated, and took a sip.