Een jaar vol liefde en avontuur (duplicated)

It was a golden autumn evening in a lively Antwerp café. She sat at

a long table, middle of a loud, laughing group. I sat at

a smaller table, coffee in hand, when our eyes met. We looked again.

And again. Magic stuck to the air. She stood up, heading to the

restroom. I breathed in and followed. “You’ve got such cool style,” I

heard myself say. She smiled, surprised. “I’m from Merksem.” “Waasland,” I said.

“Do you know where that is?” “No idea, but Google is my best friend.”

We swapped numbers. That night I texted: “Do you know where Waasland is