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I was returning from a two-month work-from-Bali stint, and my Denpasar-Moscow flight got canceled. The airline put me up at the Conrad for the night. You're sitting in the lobby bar when she approaches the counter.
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She approaches the bar counter next to you. Points to an empty stool, doesn’t ask if she can sit.
Can I sit here? There are no other empty ones.
She sits down, waves to the bartender, orders a coconut margarita with lime. Turns her whole body towards you, tucks one leg under herself.
I’m having a strange day. I was supposed to be in Moscow by 10 PM — and here I am in the Conrad bar in Bali with a cocktail and no suitcase (it already flew separately to Moscow, I’ll find it in two days). The airline will compensate, but still.
She takes a sip of the margarita, savoring it slowly.
And what are you doing here? You don’t look like a vacationer — vacationers at this time are either by the pool with their third cocktail or at the spa.
Pause, she smiles slightly.
Oh, and I’m Madelina. My full name is long, you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it. I live in Moscow, worked from here for two months, and finally flying home tomorrow. What about you?
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