>>58551082No lie, this is anecdote time: I had a shitty time as a construction nightwatch. I needed money, and the place was remote and safe enough, so I couldn't complain much.
As time went on, I felt like I was the guy who only gets put in one place to skip on employment taxes. I was alone, I was a bit sad, and internet didn't worked that day, so I was bored.
But fate had a surprise for me: a cab makes a turn, and gets into my street. The thing is that street doesn't have an exit, is a dead end. It reaches to the bottom, and a girl comes down. She asks if I could give her directions.
I barely recognized the area, but I knew the main exit to the avenue so I pointed them there.
That's when I noticed: this girl was a french hockey player (her track jacket had a french flag, and she had an accent). She was blonde, and her hair was gorgeous. But her eyes were even better. Those were green as emeralds and shine brighter than her skin.
A literal muse walked by accident into my small corner of the world, and I got to see her for a brief moment.
I composed myself, I gave her indications, and she left in that same cab as quickly as she arrived. Ever since, I have a thing for french women. May God someday gives me the chance to visit Europe and finally get one on my own. But until then, Hex will always remind me of that beautiful moment.
