Finally, he managed to tame the wild wavy hair, giving the shape of a ballerina bun, and that no lock overflow naughty, he was surrounded with a red bow. Now I was almost ready to go. It was painted red lips and went to his favorite bar.
The place had charm, the decor, from the wallpaper of the walls upholstered chairs for the umpteenth time, he was so old fashioned, which gave the local, paradoxically, a touch of modernity.
On the roof, on the corner of the bar, only appreciated the break with the bohemian atmosphere: a wireless router. The bar owner knew that thing spoiling a bit the atmosphere created, but it was a practical and would not to continue losing customers for the cafe that had a couple of streets away.
Elena sat in his favorite location, took the laptop from its case and lit it. He ordered a coffee and reminded the waiter did not want a sugar packet, which she liked the flavors authentic. He began to write an email to his sister Lucia, explaining that during his last visit to the lab had discovered that the smell of wet earth was caused by a soil fungus called estreptomyces. " By submitting this information, smiled maliciously, knowing that just to break any spell that the target had to that smell. Thought, funny, that the theory that ignorance is bliss, should have the following corollary: "Sometimes, ignorance preserves the beauty of things."
to sweeten some of these ideas, began to dream about all the discoveries that were missing to be done.
And while she rambled on, other tables were occupied, so when he arrived, he had no place to sit. This new character
looked around, looking disappointed, until Elena noticed his presence and, despite not knowing, he said with a spoon - which, moreover, only served to stun bitter drink that he could sit in front of her.
He noticed that the girl ballerina bun beckoned and, after thanking her, sat in the right place, and asked for a glass of red wine.
When the waiter arrived with the order, he began to stir the drink with a slight twist of the wrist and Elena presumed to know, just using that wiggle into the liquid, if the wine had more or less alcohol content.
Elena said, laughing, that she knew, depended on whether the wine by the glass falling was what is known as "tear." He
blushed when he realized he had sinned in vain. Looking down, he noticed the curious shoes worn by the girl, were flat, covered their ankles, they had cords were brown suede and thought it would serve perfectly for hiking - and even tumble-for any prairie. Elena
noticed the attention he received his shoes, and answered the unspoken question:
- Son to dance better.
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