Jacqueline

About me

A waiter who already knows what I drink. A table by the window. Outside, the lights doubling in the wet — Zurich does that particularly well in November.

I'm from Romania and I've lived here for years. Twenty-nine, tall, with a pronounced fondness for evenings that start slowly: first talk, then eat, then see where the whole thing leads. I don't hold anyone's hurry against them, but that doesn't mean I have to join in.

What lingers is usually the conversation in between.

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