The crowded elevator.
The parcel dropped between feet, retrieved.
The thank you.
The smile.
The number exchange.
The call.
The drinks in a small friendly out of the way place.
The red dress.
The conversation about Goethe, social networking, and The Muppet Show.
The exposed thigh.
The walk.
The hotel.
The greedy sex topped off with a cigar.
The quiet predawn exit.
The brand new number.
The deliciously exquisite memory planted.
The Fin.
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