The first time I saw her she was speaking in a language I barely know. Words spat out of her lips like bullets from a machine gun that I had no choice but to stare at her.
"Sumi masen?" she said. "I mean, excuse, can I help you?"
"Oh I'm sorry. I was just amazed at how well you speak the language."
"So you're also into Japanese?"
"No, just Kurosawa."
She proceeded to continue with her lecture and I went back to work. We were just cubicles apart in an office that houses a film festival committee and a language tutoring school. I always thought it was a strange marriage of two vastly different worlds and when she eventually moved into my apartment a few months after our first encounter the difference could not be more evident...
to be continued...