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He missed the next part because Lola, as he would later come to learn her name was, had silently ap-proached within shooting range, like one of those modern Stealth pursuers that can’t be picked up by a radar. He had already, from a distance, vaguely spot-ted and sorted her for consideration, but upon clos-er inspection he became certain that he liked her, a lot - who cares about descriptions since that’s all that mattered and was enough for him? He caught her – something that certainly did not elude either of them – observing the fact that he was inspecting her. In her eyes, as well as her whole gait, he could read (but then again it might’ve just been him), along with the fully satisfied confidence that men found her attractive, an awareness of how much of a curse it was in the end that they did, and the fatalistic endurance of their con-secutive and intense stares fixed on her, like flies on a cow that flicks its tail to chase them off. What, then, did she possibly read in his stare or maybe didn’t even need to, it being so blatantly obvious? His pleading for her to sit at one of the as-yet empty tables next to him and his anxiety, if the stars aligned – whether or not she did it intentionally – of her actually doing so. Something that would doom him, no matter how much he couldn’t afford it, in chatting her up.

- But isn’t Babis who’s going to hit on her?

- How do you know? Maybe she’s asking for it.

OK, but if put that way it will become more than clear that when it comes to descriptions you are completely hopeless.

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And yet things would be far simpler had she, sec-onds after she finally sat down at the table to his left, opened “The Pregnancy Bible”. But no, for better or for worse, it wasn’t “The Pregnancy Bible” but “The Virtue of Selfishness” by Ayn Rand. He had nev-er heard of Ayn Rand. Here was his chance to get to know her.

After waiting for about ten minutes to roll on, just in case Lola was escorted and when he was about to cosy up to her some big dude shows up and gives him an angry look like chevalier Danceny did with vicom-te de Valmont in the long buried, top left corner shelf, Dangerous liaisons by Choderlos de Laclos (pg. 59) he curiously asked her: “Who the heck is Ayn Rand?” His