I am thirty and in Paris. One night, I Tristan in a small bar. He is thirty-three, with a beard and hair. When , he smiles, and I smile back.
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We talk about music, travel and his life in Berlin. Outside the bar, his taxi is waiting to take him to the airport. Before , Tristan asks, “Can I kiss you?” I say yes and .
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Our kiss is short, but it feels very warm. Then Tristan for the airport. He through the taxi window before the car . I remain on the Paris street, excited and .
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For two weeks, we send messages every day. , I to spend a weekend in Berlin. I arrive at the station with my phone and . Tristan is waiting, and his smile makes me nervous again.
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That night, we visit a club. Tristan a microphone and sings without feeling . I laugh at his wild energy. the song, he keeps looking towards me under the red lights.
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Later, we dance very close together. Tristan a hand towards my back, but . I , smile and pull him closer. Then we kiss again because we want to.
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, we stop at the East Side Gallery. Light and colour cover the , while some adults pass . Tristan looks at me like a question. I and kiss him slowly.
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After the kiss, Tristan asks if I want to go home with him. I think for a moment about what I want, then . We hurry through Berlin together, laughing and almost . At his , he stops.
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Act I complete
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