They talked for hours, she listened to what he said and looked him deep in the eyes when he spoke, as if she was trying to see what he was really like under the surface. They soon left the crowded sweaty room and walked together through the late New York night. She seemed to know the city like the back of her hand and showed him places he would never had seen without her.
Maybe, he thought as they walked, this is when everything starts over again. Maybe this is when everything finally falls into place.
He had always been a cynic, but one that thought it was somehow the easy way out. Somewhere beyond the liars, fakes and frauds there just has to be something real and true. There has to be someone who is honest and worth loving the way he wanted to love.
That's what he hoped for as he held her little hand in his and listened to her breathing in the summer air. He let his guard down for the first time, so it never occurred to him that when something seems a little too good to be true, it almost always is.