Last night at the film screening, he was sitting next to me on the amorous-red couch. We sat with a reasonable distance between us, but he was inclined in my direction. A third of the time, my eyes were glued to the screen, the other one third was trying to tame my heart which was in my throat, and last third was staring at how close he was to me to observe the veins on his hand, his perfume, the yellow pink tones of his skin, but this is the closest I would ever get