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the burning sun was a very poor choice, and Jennifer was sweating like a soaked sponge. After her meal, she rushed into a bar with air conditioning and sat down at the counter.
    Oh my God, it feels good...
    The bar wasn’t busy yet. It was probably too early. Jennifer ordered a diet Coke and looked around – there were a few locals, but mostly tourists. After five minutes, she saw another client coming in. Jennifer couldn’t help but notice how different he was; a tall Caucasian man, dressed in a grey suit with a black shirt, with long black hair slicked back and intense black eyes.
    The man, very confident, sat down across the counter, almost facing Jennifer. He was hard to miss – he was way too classy and elegant compared to all the backpackers dressed in sandals, shorts, and tanks around.
    What is he doing here? He doesn’t fit in the neighborhood at all...
    She quickly looked at him but her eyes kept locked on him a bit too long; he saw her watching him and smiled. Jennifer’s face turned red immediately.
    He’s going to think I’m hitting on him! Oh, I knew it - he’s coming over to me now...
    “Hi. Are you waiting for someone?” The man said with an extremely sexy European accent.
    “Hi. Yes, maybe.” Jennifer said without looking at him.
    “You’re sweating. Let me offer you a drink.”
    “No, I already have one, thank you.” Jesus, I don’t need a playboy to bother me right now... “Look, we both know how it works: you buy me a drink, we talk, you make me laugh, and then you ask me my number. Except that I don’t have a phone number, okay? Don’t waste your time.”
    The man chuckled. “Why not? Why don’t you have a phone number?”
    “I didn’t have time to buy a sim card.”
    The man nodded silently, turned around and left the bar. Handsome but not very persistent! He probably thinks he just needs to show up to have women crawling over him! Loser...
    She ordered a second diet Coke and wiped her face with a napkin. She was still very hot and couldn’t stop sweating. She finished half her glass and closed her eyes, leaning against the counter, when she heard something next to her elbow. She opened her eyes and saw a plastic card wrapped in cellophane. The European man was back, sitting next to her.
    “What is it?” She asked, surprised.
    “Your sim card. You can get one in any seven eleven. It doesn’t take more than five minutes, you see?” He said with a grin. “I’m Enzo, by the way.”
    He extended his hand, and Jennifer shook it. Okay, playboy, you got my attention...
    “Thank you, Enzo. That’s very nice... I’m Jennifer. Nice to meet you.”
    Enzo was 32 year old from Roma, Italy. He told Jennifer he’d been living in Bangkok for seven years and was a hotel manager.
    “I have to ask you: what are you doing in here? This neighborhood doesn’t suit you.”
    Enzo ordered a Thai ice tea and took a sip. “You’re right. I never come here usually. It’s just that I’m off from work, and I was supposed to fly back to Italy. I came here because I heard there are good travel agencies here, and I wanted to know if I could change my ticket.”
    “Why do you want to change your ticket?”
    Enzo smiled and looked embarrassed. “I feel a bit silly... but I forgot to renew my passport. I’ve been here for so long I didn’t think about it. My passport is actually expired.”
    Jennifer tried to keep her composure but finally laughed out loud.
    Enzo threw his arms in the air. “Yeah! Yeah! I know it’s silly. I told you.”
    “Yes it’s very silly, but guess what? The same thing happened to me. I was supposed to come to Thailand a few months ago, but my passport was expired.”
    Enzo raised his glass. “Maybe we were destined to meet today. Cheers.”
    Jennifer felt a little something in her stomach, and her cheeks felt hot. “Cheers...”
    Enzo pulled out his smart phone from his pocket. “Oh by the way, do you have a Facebook account?”
    “Yes, of course.” Jennifer