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I’m walking down Orchard Road. It’s not the Orchard Road you think it is, Elm Street is not around the corner, I’m in Singapore, in fact, crossing a busy section in the heart of the shopping district, observing the red pedestrian traffic light that keeps everybody on the curb and extends priority to a passing tram car. The tram stop on the other side of the street is busy, rush hour has already started. I’m looking at the waiting crowd, expats, locals, poor tourists, and somebody reacts to my casual glance in mysterious ways. I can’t define it. He just reacts. He is not winking, or making signs, or showing interest, or indicating his sexual preference. He just reacts. It’s an oriental boy, a young man, and he’s apparently commuting, waiting for another tram. I have stirred something in him, he’s following me with his eyes as I cross the street.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon, my plane will depart in a few hours. There’s not enough time, so I walk away from him and follow the crowd up the road. But I feel him in my back, his regard, and finally turn around. He’s still following me with his eyes. Would this be his first time? His first time being struck by another man? A man who has nothing to do with his life but somehow stirs his attention? Okay, let’s do it. I’m game. Fuck Singapore Airlines. I return to the tram stop. I’m not good at this, but the crowd helps, you don’t have to explain your movements. There’s almost some space on the bench next to him. He picks up the brief case lying there. I sit down. We are both shy. “Hello,” I say.

“Hi,” he reacts.

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