I don't even know your Name

I met you in the lobby.
You looked at me and smiled while you rolled a cigarette between your fingers.
Then you invited me over to your room for some shots and a smoke.
The sun glossed through the hotel window, while you showed me, how gorgeous you are.
After I left, I realized, that I don’t even know your name…
The story was published in Rebel & Co Magazine

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