But Cara. Deserved it. She was super smart and truly talented with the most generous spirit. So generous that her offer to come stay with her was rent free. I told her look thank you so much. I appreciate the offer but I just wouldn't feel right about not paying you and right now I literally don't even have the money if I wanted to. But she insisted she said, why don't you just come for a month? The job market's great here you can go on some interviews, get a new perspective on things and she insisted the best part is we can be roommates again if only temporarily plus she said you'd be doing me a favor because you know I can't cook. And I know like Bright Cara is just too nice and admittedly getting out of Dodge Sleeping on her sofa sounded like just what I needed. I could give myself thirty days. Enough time to see if the change of location might make a difference in my job search not to mention my perspective on things and so I said, yes. Just days later, I'd already packed up in flown out to Boston. It was great to be with care again, she showed me around the city and took me all of her favourite touristy spots like the freedom trail and Harvard Square During the day while she went off to work I stayed in the apartment editing cover letters and following job leads in the area. By the time, the first full weekend hit, we were more than a little ready to hit the city and have some fun. Keira insisted on taking me to her favor bar. This place called the panda and I could see why she liked it. It was this hip modern industrial type building this cool vibe and blue tone lights and concrete floors. It even had a cute little panda bear as its logo and I remember blotting my lipstick on one of the Napkins right over the pandas belly. We sat in the bar and ordered a couple of pretty drinks and caught up on our day and I was excited to tell her about the job interview I'd scored at a local radio station with the help of our college alumni circuit. We toasted to the interview as well as to our friendship as cheesy as that might sound. But this is the best I've felt in a really long time. After about an hour, we ordered a second drink each along with some chips and salsa. But when the bartender brought everything over, he said the bill including the food had been taken care of courtesy of the loan guy sitting on the other side of the bar. Karen I turned to look. The guy probably around our age or maybe a little bit older waived in our direction and he was cute like really cute with dark wavy hair and he's Pale Blue Eyes. He came over to introduce himself. Instead his name was Paul. He said he worked in security system sales and was in the city on business meeting with a corporate client. I remember he had a shy little smile I mean his whole demeanor was somewhat shy and even he remarked on it to on how awkward he felt coming over to us in buying our drinks which he admitted with sort of Cliche. It's just that being on the road all the time traveling all but a few precious weeks a year gets pretty lonely he said. And you to look like you're having so much fun. He went on to tell us how he'd been trying to be more spontaneous and then apologized again. This is probably just really awkward. He said his face flashing pink, which was actually super doorbell. That's when Karen chimed in telling him about my spontaneity agreeing to join her in the city. You don't even understand how major that is. Kara said because my friend here is type a planner so and dropping everything coming to live with me for a month it's a pretty big deal. She shot me a wink and then invited Paul Join, us. He pulled up a stool. Just. Tell me leave at any point he said. I won't be offended. It's really nice to be out talking to people usually on these trips I, hang out my hotel room ordering room service and watching TV. So thank you. He grinned. This guy was even better looking up close with his warm smile and great tasting clothing. I also couldn't help noticing that he was physically fit the way his whole over clung to his chest. Plus he was sporting the perfect amount of facial hair, which is like a personal weakness of mine. I wasn't the only person to notice his appearance either a couple of women at the bar with clearly scoping him out the woman even changed a bit closer as if she wanted to work her way into our conversation. Just, then Kara shopping another wink which totally gave away her intentions she wanted me to have some fun. And why not she said when Paul excused himself to go to the restroom this guy is super sweet. Okay but need I remind you that I just broke up with my boyfriend I, asked her. All the more reason she said. It doesn't have to be serious the guys here on business so he's not looking for serious either. She was right I deserved a little flirting fund. and. So when Paul got back from the restroom, I, let down my guard. We ended up talking for two hours straight. While care had joined a couple playing pool Paul II cover topics ranging from where we both gone to school our mutual affection of true crime stories and Blueberry cheesecake. Thank you. He blurted out in the midst of it all. I'm having so much fun tonight. Of course, I told him. I mean I was having fun to haul seemed like the whole package smart, funny interesting, and well mannered. Traveling's enabled me to see all over the world places I probably never would have, but it also has made me feel like a stranger all the time if that makes any sense. I go into office buildings all over the world but I'm just this baseless person to everyone. You know I mean, they don't know me I never really get to know them. Well I. Hope you're feeling a little less like a faceless stranger tonight I said. He smile thanked me again and told me he was in town for a few more days. Any chance I could see you again he asked. My Gut. told me no, it was too soon. I was too vulnerable plus the point in going out with somebody I'd probably never see again. But since this new being spontaneous thing was working out for me so far I took a chance and I told him yes. We exchanged numbers, and then we parted ways. As Karen I walked back to her place I filled her and she couldn't have been more excited for me. So maybe it will be loved that will get you to move here permanently she said. Except he isn't from here, I reminded her. Oh right. Where is he from? That was the weird part because I couldn't really say. In our more than two hour conversation, it seemed like he'd been from everywhere but nowhere in particular. I think he grew up in a suburb of Baltimore I told her. But he also spent part of his childhood in Monterey and I know he went to college in Chicago than started his career at a tech company I think in San Francisco. Who Realize? No mad she said. Still I wanted to know more. The have his own place or stay with family in between trips or maybe he just went from hotel to hotel. The following day and I made plans to meet at an Italian place on the outskirts of the city. The subway. Let me off a few blocks from the restaurant and Paul was already waiting out front by the time I got there. His face lit up when he saw me and it felt like minded as well. I mean I was really excited to see him again. You will. Great he told me. And he did to in dark wash jeans and a light blue shirt that matched his eyes. So shall we? I asked moving toward the entrance. But Paul remained firmly in place. I take a you didn't get my text. He said. I shook my head. No because I hadn't apparently he left his wallet back at the place he was stay. So I'll pay I told him I. Mean it was no big deal. He had paid the previous night. This would make us even. But he wasn't having it he refused to let me pay plus he said that since he didn't grab his wallet, he also didn't have his ID. The place. I'm staying is just a few blocks away. He said. Would you mind if we just walked back to get my wallet Brealey sorry? He explained that he had tried to text me about halfway there when he noticed that he left it, but he didn't want to turn back to make me wait. Now my gut reaction is that this was a bad idea and that's something care would've told me to. I almost her voice in my ears reminding me that I didn't even know this guy and pointing out this could very well be his lame idea to get me back to his hotel. Look. Don't worry about it. I told Paul. You don't need an ID we just won't drink. Still. He was adamant saying if I prefer I could wait inside the restaurant while he went back to get his wallet. It shouldn't take more than twenty, twenty, five minutes at most he said. But I ended up caving. No, it's fine. I'll I'll walk with you. It was a beautiful night plus I hadn't been to this more remote part of the city a-. As, we walked hall ask me questions about my job search moving from home and if I minded starting over in someplace new. Where do you live? I asked him. Here, they're all over. He grinned. Never in the same place for too long. That's why I always feel like a stranger. At that point we've been walking for a while taking one side road after another. All the neighborhoods looked so similar blending together with their three-storey homes and red brick buildings. He pointed us down get another side street and it looked almost like a back alleyway. Of course, the age guys stood in the middle of the road making videos of one another doing stupid stunts like. This one guy was attempting to walk barefoot across a pile of broken glass and another guy clearly drunk sang happy birthday while standing on his head not far from said broken glass. Right there. That is the upside of being stranger. Paul said. They don't know us we don't know them. People can do whatever they want make complete fools out of themselves. That's what they choose without feeling bad or self conscious about it after. So, is that what you do? I asked him mostly joking. But his response struck me weird. People say it's easier to be yourself once you've gotten to know a person but I don't think that's true. People are far less tolerable once they've gotten to know you it's much easier to let loose and be her true self. When you know you'll never see that person again when they're just a faceless stranger.