Hello.

I thought that I should publish something again, although I already have enough to do with other projects. Hopefully this won't take that long either. Actually, I really hope so ... otherwise I have a problem. But nothing is too bad for my readers.
This time it's even a ... halfway ... real story. And it's about a person who has grown very dear to my heart. But I don't want to reveal too much at this point, because you'd better read for yourself.
I can already say that I dedicate the story to my snail. After all, it was she who really gave me the idea.
My hope is that I will have at least a few readers ... otherwise ... I'll just leave it. I would be very happy to receive comments and, above all, criticism.

Have fun while reading,
Moki

Hey

A dark, stuffy room. 3 pool tables were a little further apart, but you could get from one to the other with just a few steps without any problems.There were a few people in the small room. The air was thick to cut, the cigarette smoke stung a little in the eyes. It was difficult to breathe. A young woman sat quietly and withdrawn in a corner, sipping her beer glass. She couldn't say how many it was. It was guaranteed a few too many, but she didn't mind. Again and again I looked at the clock over the door. He would be coming soon, she kept thinking. She was already very excited about him, but soon she knew him better than he knew himself. She just knew everything about him. His position, his reputation, his manner, his appearance. If you had asked her, she would have told you everything about the young man she was longingly awaiting. "Hey, come on now!" Someone yelled at her. Torn from her daydreams, she looked around, confused. It took her a few seconds to switch where she was and where she actually wanted to do.It was slowly getting dark again. The young woman jumped up from her seat and strode over to the table. "Thought you were sleeping already" The other one only got a sullen look as an answer. "It's already late for little girls like you" But now it was enough for her. Well, he was right. It wasn't really big, and yet it was insolent. She pushed her elbow hard in his side. "Hey!" "Just shut up, yeah? Better play. Please thank you." She took her cue and made the first move.
Time passed and the man still did not show up. Had he forgotten her after all? That was what she was most afraid of. She needed him more than he could believe.
The door didn't open until around 11 p.m. The young woman looked at him, expectantly. Looking tired, a young man entered the room. A stone fell from her heart because it was him. At last he had come. He passed her close, touching her arm with his.His aftershave got into the woman's nose, smelled very pungent, but it was her only chance. However, she did not follow him straight away, preferred to keep a little distance if she did not want to impose herself on him. After half an hour someone came to see her. She was still punching a few balls off the table. It was getting really boring, but when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she immediately knocked over. "Come with me," said the stranger curtly and disappeared again. The woman pressed the game stick into the hand of another and slowly dared to go to the back of the room, where the stranger had just disappeared. There he sat, leaned in his chair and sipped his caipirinha. Then he looked up. "Now come closer. I won't bite you," he said calmly. However, she nodded nervously.