But the world did not seem to care. I smiled as I approached the bench where I had agreed to meet you. It was a nice day, it could have been a bit hot...er as I felt the goose bumps rise along my left arm. I opened my bag and took out my book. Damn, I remember how the love scenes in that story made me so wet and how I wished you would hurry up and get here. That’s when the sound of the ice cream man caught my ears. Mmm, maybe I would treat myself while I waited. I hadn’t noticed someone was. Erica was sent over as an employee of the US embassy in Moscow. Her Russian was excellent but not fluent and she was to have little contact with the locals….except for Anna. Erica was a stunning blonde who could brag about her Slavic ancestors. Actually her great-great grandparents had come from the Ukraine and settled in the Midwest as farmers at the turn of the 20th century. Her oval face, large blue eyes and overall built had people often mistake her for a Russian. On top of that, at 40, she. Well that explained the confidence and the forward thinking of sharing a seat with a random stranger.By this time, I was getting a lot of msgs on my phone (whatsapp group. You know how annoying they can be at times) and the msg tone kept going non stop. She said, “what sir, girlfriend eh?” I said, “ha ha, no. I’m single.” “Oh cmon, that is unbelievable! Are u bad in bed or something?!” she said. I was like W-T-F in my mind. I laughed sheepishly at her, half embarrassed and said “I don’t know,. But what their wish created was different.Eventually, the Gods left the material plane in order to indirectly watch over the world. The planet's creatures are now alone. Kingdoms have risen and fallen, races have gone extint and others have thrived.And though it all, Humans remain. Because for all their faults and weaknesses, they're the most resilient of all.Author's note.I'm here now with a high fantasy story. As if the genre wasn't oversaturated already. But I've wanted to write something.