I met her when the sun had already set and the city was plunged into twilight.
She was standing alone, looking into the distance and humming softly to herself. I didn't see her face, I didn't know anything about her, but when I looked at her, my heart started beating faster, like in those movies about love at first sight in which I didn't believe until this moment.
I came up and stood next to her at arm's length, afraid to destroy this whole unthinkable scene.
She continued to hum the song softly and after a moment suddenly turned to me and asked-“Do you like jazz?”
I was speechless for a second, but then I pulled myself together and whispered - “Yes, I love it very much.”
Even though I've never listened to it.
"You are coming to listen to me tomorrow, write down the address."
It wasn't a question. She knew I was coming and I knew it too, so I quickly took a pen out of the inside pocket of my jacket and wrote down the address and time on my hand…
