Ptitchitza u niskom letu

Sunday

Other than that unpleasant incident (a fight) in Thirsty Garry's later in the evening, Sunday was great.

I started packing the night before, and was invigorated with having a clear idea of what I have to do and doing it. In the evening I've decided I've deserved to let go a little so I've exceeded my daily budget, visited my regular "watering holes" and had a dinner.

Just in front of Ciao Pirandello, an Italian restaurant close to Thirsty Garry's which I frequently visit, I met Nikita, for the second time. It was about 6 or 7 pm, she wasn't selling anything this time (the first time I've met her she had a coffee thermo-bottle and was selling coffee for some change).

Instead she just assumed her "cutesy" pose and put on her most charming smile. She had a different woolen cap on, but same style like the old one: entirely covering her hair, it extends a bit longer, over ears. Looks funny.

- "Nikitaaa!", I just eed, happy to see her again.

Big smile - she recognised me, I think. Before she even said anything I've emptied the change from my pocket into her hand. I guess that was enough for what she needed it, because she just turned around with a happy expression on her face and ran off in some bouncy, childish, happy-go-lucky steps. It was pleasure seeing her in such a good bood.

- "Heey! You hungry, Nikita? Wanna join me for dinner?"

She just signalled "No" with her hand in the air, like waiving a winner flag or something.
What's her story? I hope to find out some time, I find her intriguing.