6月27日 六 去跳舞 He came in front of her and said, "Please." She seemed not eager to do so, whispered a sentence in Japanese. He said, "It's first time to meet you, take care of me please," in Jap anese either. "I just want to see." She changed to English. "All right, I'll show you." It was time for disco. And he really showe d to her. When the music was over, he sat down by her side. "What do you learn?" She asked. "I've not been a student for a long time." "Then what's your job?" "I have no job. I have no home, no friend, and no money." "So you're nothing." "Yeah!" "Where do you come from?" He stuck his forefinger out, pointed it to the roof, and said, "I come from the heaven." She had no word. "I am a dancer. I am a singer. I am a philosopher. I am a writer. Mayb e you are my new story." She disappeared. He rushed out speedily to look for her, and found her behind the wall. She squatted and drank water. She saw him, and had no reaction. He squa tted too, said, "Dance with me later." She nodded to agree. Some guy passed by. "Lumme!" she murmured, stood up quickly. He felt c ozy. That is the different between them and him. Her toenails were red, some sexy. He liked her feet, and he liked ever ywhere of her body. Unfortunately, they still did not know each other by the end of the pa rty. They had a last look at the other side and went away.