heartbreaker

Last day, last bowl of noodle soup:

Ever the connoisseur of good things, I had acquired a bottle of the V:

I was going to drink some of it on the beach before my flight, but when I sat down to have my noodle soup, I was still sober.

This was when she appeared:

She only wanted to have my food, I thought, not my love. She wasn’t perfect, I observed, one of her eyes was a bit oozy. Also, I did not know her at all.

But she was so intensely adorable that she broke my heart a little:

Just a little.

And then, after the soup and the V on the beach, I found myself back in Baku again:

Just like that.

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