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Denis entered Roma’s Café. He looked around – no customers. Rather perplexed, he ordered a cappuccino and took a seat, looking around one more time.

Roma put a cappuccino in front of Denis,

«They joined the Masleniza celebration,» Roma waved in the direction of the door by the bar rack.

Denis gave a look at the door. In his head he repeated Lisa’s question, «I wonder why handsome, rich Onegin, he who has all this success… Why is he depressed?» Denis smiled bitterly.

Masha entered the coffee shop.

«Masha! Long time no see!» Roma went forward to greet her.

Masha ignored him. She walked straight to Denis’s table and sat down in front of him,

«Hey.»

«Do we know each other?»

Masha looked puzzled at Denis, not knowing what to say. Denis left money on the table and walked out through the door that Roma showed him, without looking back.

Memories from the previous evening – the party, streamed through Masha’s head. He was with her and then left, without looking back, just as he did a moment ago. She remembered his spine, how he walked down stairs.

Sasha’s voice, «Denis, are you leaving?» No answer – of course.

Masha was not aware that she was crying.

Roma made some tea, walked up to Masha, and put a tea cup in front of her. Then he went back to the bar rack, sat on it, and observed Masha for a while,

«Why cling so hard to that which is not for you?»

Masha came to her senses.

«You don’t cling to anything. Dropped out of school. Happy now?»

«Of course… I don’t cling, I don’t worry… What do you think? I got it! I was aware of all the opportunities that our school opened up for us. Golden career opportunities, money… so what? It didn’t fire me up – none of it!»

«Yeah, we all thought you were a complete idiot!»

«I enjoy cooking!»

Masha grinned bitterly.

«That’s what I love… And I can do it right now,» he looked at her.

«Why should I waste my time on something which is not for me, no matter how golden and promising it is?»

«And I love…» Masha stopped, «We will be together!»

She got up,

«Talk about wasting my time – here, with you!»

Masha looked angrily at Roma and went towards the door.

«Well, are you enjoying it, this… at all?»

Masha exited without answering him. The door smashed; Roma felt a cool breeze. He watched her through the window, how she crossed the street. Then he looked at her cup. She didn’t even touch her tea. He jumped off the bar rack, walked to the table to pick up the cup, and saw her phone laying there. He ran outside, but Masha was already out of sight.