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very
naturally.
    "Ah... Thank you," she says, blushing. "You
aren't mad at her?"
    "No, not at all."
    The two stare. I think my complete lack of
concern shocks them. They would understand fully if they had
watched that same explosion 15 times and known the secret terror
that I always hold on waking up: The fear that I might not see that
explosion ever again and sink into the white place forever.
    "Then... how can I help you?"
    "A date. Now, actually."
    She stares in shock.
    "Are you serious?"
    "Yes. 100%."
    The shop keeper shakes her head, clearly
worried about what kind of crazy that has come into her shop
today.
    "I can't. I have to look after the
shop."
    I shrug.
    "Leave it. You have to go out with me today.
I don't have a choice."
    We stare at each other. Strange as it might
seem, I'm totally calm. I've faced real death and the terror of it
over and over. Asking a girl out on a date is nothing in
comparison.
    "You are nuts."
    I shrug again.
    "Kid, can you look after the shop?" I
ask.
    Her mouth opens a few times, the child looks
up to the woman and back to me.
    "Ok."
    The shop keeper stares down at her.
    "Why? Why me?"
    I answer simply.
    "You are the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen. If I was to die today then there would be no regrets in
my life if I could spend the rest of today with you."
    "Wow..."
    "I know."
    I put out a hand.
    "Come with me. Let's get some coffee."
    The girl nudges the woman. She looks down to
her and back to me.
    "Alright. Let's go."
    She takes my hand. It feels so right that I
almost swoon. Never before have I experienced love at first sight,
but this must be exactly what it feels like. It's almost like a
story, but twice as good because this is real life and she is right
at my side.
    "What's your name?"
    "Sara."
    "I'm Carl Robinson. 32 and a lawyer. How do
you know that kid?"
    "She's my daughter," the woman admits as I
guide us towards the best cafe in town.
    "Really? You don't look alike."
    "Her father is a white man. She's a
mix."
    "Ah..."
    I pause with her.
    "Married? Boyfriend?"
    She shakes her head.
    "I've been single for 4 years now."
    I nod. About the same time as me.
    "That's good. I'd hate to go on a date with
another man's woman."
    We continue walking.
    "Why do you think I'm so beautiful," she
asks after awhile. "I don't understand."
    I brush a hand through my hair and smile at
the sun for a second.
    "Because you have the most amazing face I
have ever seen. Love heart shaped, but some how symmetrical in a
way that defies shape."
    "No one has ever said that to me."
    "I'm not no one," I tell her in reply.
    We stroll into the cafe. Everything is
always the same every day I come back, so I guide Sara to the rear
table that I know is available until 10am.
    "Relax a bit. I can order. What do you want
to drink?"
    "Black coffee, two sugars."
    Walking to the counter, I put our orders
through and come back to sit down, taking her hand at the same time
as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
    "I bought some food for breakfast. I'm quite
hungry."
    Sara and I sit and talk until our orders
come and then talk some more. Her life has been hard. The man she
married ran from her and Kim early on after her pregnancy. Because
he lives in the US, she couldn't follow him and had to turn all the
remaining wealth that she had into the market stall. It worked out,
but by no means has it been easy.
    I pat her hand and feel sympathy. Dying -
often - makes a man much more empathetic. I've learned much in my
time coming and going from the white place. One of those things is
caring for my fellow human beings. Considering that I'm a criminal
attorney by trade, that is a bit of a miracle.
    Things wind down towards 12. Both of us look
to the clock and wonder where this goes next.
    "I have to go back to the stall," she tells
me.
    I nod my head and get up.
    "I'll walk you back. Can we meet after the
market closes at six? I want to take you somewhere."
    She smiles.
    "I'd like that."
    Dropping her off, I