It was Monday when I went to the cinema again.

I spent the entire weekend at my father's house. That time with him was fun because my dad was in the stage of wanting to recreate whatever crazy recipe he saw on the internet. Thus, it was particularly amusing because our meals were a total mystery — it could be excellent or awful.

That afternoon, I went to the cinema by bicycle.

The streets were calm. The wind was almost hurting my cheeks. And I felt happy that I had nothing to do.

It was 14:40 when I arrived at the cinema. And there were not many people in the queue. 

I was waiting in line for a while when someone got in line behind me and whispered, “hello”.

My heart stopped.

Started to beat again.

And accelerated like a wild horse.

I turned to that voice.

There was no more air in that place.

I was paralyzed.

I was stuck on the ground.

Like a porcelain doll.

And in the midst of that chaos, standing like a ray of sunshine, was Cinema's Boy — wearing a white Chanel wig.

“Hello, Elisa,” he repeated with a bright smile.