Quiet winter night. Reminiscing about the good times he shared with his partner, and how things were falling apart. Out of the blue, a perfect stranger approaches. Their eyes locked before their hands shook. Their souls touched. He asked for a cigarette as an excuse to spend time with this stranger at the hotel’s porch; he doesn’t smoke. A supposedly 5 minutes conversation turned into an endless life talk. It was getting late, and the weather was as cold as the beer he offered him, in his hotel room. He saw right through him and eased his pain. He advised him about life being twice his age. The perfect stranger seemed as his soul mate right there and then, until the age was revealed. He found out that he’s underage, which is when he kissed his forehead and said good luck as he walked in to the hotel. They’ve never seen each other since, and he haven’t stopped thinking about him as well.