An hour went by before she had to leave for her appointment, which she spent standing in the doorway mulling over the artwork. Now she entered the sty...ish gallery and was told by a man at the front desk to wait by the benches at the front. There were contemporary pieces along the wall that seemed standard for an entranceway. Leaning the covered canvas against the bench, she casually walked around to take in the pieces. One was filled with flowers painted in vibrant pinks and deep greens. Her. I said “who were you expecting?” She laughed and said “I don’t know, nobody actually, maybe one of those college guys!” as she pointed over to my brother and his friends. I said “sorry, they’re all too old for you. You’ll have to settle for me”. She said “That’s okay, I LIKE you”, and then she started kissing me again. We made small talk between kisses in the pool. I kept trying to get my hands all over her anywhere I could, but she just laughed and pushed them away. Still there was a lot of. The woman on the couch then sat up from where she had been lounging and beckoned Danica to come around in front of her.Danica felt her passion stir while looking at the woman. The gown she wore left nothing to the imagination. Every line — every curve of her body — was perfectly visible beneath the thin, white cloth. Danica could plainly see the woman's nipples, bare-shaven sex, and even a small ring pierced through the woman's navel. Danica realized she was staring and snapped her gaze away. Probably reading Hemingway on a train on the way to San Fermín was a terrible idea, exactly because of this. Because she hadn’t been sure she was going to run, when she left Berlin, but now she utterly was. She was going to run. She was going to run because both Hemingway and a stranger on a train wanted her to. So she would, even though one was dead and the other she’d never see again, she would run. It didn’t need to make any more sense than that. * Holly stood in the street, and waited,.