Gera had a tough life in Warsaw. It was one of her days off, and she was in Świętokrzyski Park, thinking about the consequences of her choices and wondering how she got to her present state. Money worries, family concerns, and work headaches. It all seemed like too much. She just wanted a moment of peace in nature, so she picked a bench next to the pond. There she silently watched the world rush by, and it seemed everyone was happier than her. It always seems that way.

She idly ate some dried fruit, took a few sips of water, and enjoyed the breeze. At least here for a few minutes, she could escape her dreary worries, which waited for her back at work and home.

She did not even notice when he entered the park and walked over. He sat down silently next to her, far away, on the same bench. She was so lost in her worries. He did not make a sound; he was lost in his world.

After a while, she did turn, and she saw him finally. He was dressed and a little older, but he seemed strong and confident and gave off the aura of a gentleman—not a beast or savage, but he had a hidden wild streak. She could tell he would never intrude; he hated being nosy. She could also tell there was something there.

She decided to take a chance—to add some spice to her life—to see if there was something to be gained.

She asked him, “Do you like this park?”

He seemed shocked to be addressed; he probably was lonely and did not expect to be approached by a woman, especially one as pretty as Gera. She was cute, had curly black hair, and wore adorable glasses that made her sophisticated. She was slim and well-built, and he took in her body in a few milliseconds. She had on a short summer dress, her smooth white skin of arms and legs almost translucent. She had a gentle, sad smile, like one borne from much wisdom and patience. Her skin was so flawless, she looked like a porcelain doll. She had these amazing green eyes with a touch of brown, and he looked into their sweetness, the cute lashes radiating out, the eyes that smiled. He took in her shoulders, white and bare, and saw she had large breasts under the dress, and that was all he could take, compelling himself to look at her.

He said his name was T, and he said he enjoyed the park, but Gera saw that he was shy and holding back. She asked again how he felt. He said it seemed like life was a series of traps that people had to break out of, each time with a different strategy and ploy and with evolving logic and emotion, and that the park was one of the places where life was suspended for a moment. She was completely taken aback by this analysis, as it was exactly what she felt. For a moment, she thought the universe had aligned, that ships were crossing in the night, and that they would never meet again. Gera even panicked, thinking that if she did not seize this moment, it might never come again.