The Russian Spy Amidst My Mist
This girl has been following me all morning. First, at breakfast at the hotel restaurant, I saw her come down, wearing pj pants and spaghetti strap. She sat at her own table by the window. I was groggy.
Then I went back to my room to work for an hour and I came back down and walked outside towards the beach. On my way to the beach I saw this girl walking towards me back from the beach, wearing an orange bathing suit. Was it the same breakfast girl? I don’t know, I turned around and she was gone.
Now at lunch, I took a video of the 1980s burger vibes before working. After eating lunch and working for an hour, I lift my head up to see this girl in a black dress sitting in front of me. Is it the same girl? She was also taking a video of the restaurant vibes. I poke my head around, and it is her. I go up and introduce myself to her.
“I think we’re staying at the same hotel.”
“Ah. Yes.”
Ah. No. She speaks Russian and that’s all she knows.
I offer her mangoes and she shakes her head.
“Oooh. My English very bad.”
“Are you here working?”
“I … tourist — Freelancer. You working?”
“Yes.”
“Where from?”
“U.S.”
Blank look on her face; I’ve found most foreigners don’t compute US, you need to add the ‘A’ for them to understand where you're from.
“USA”
“Ooh.” Smile, and then she leaves.
Single girl and I following the same exact routine, with nearly the same order (except she drinks a pepsi and I drink vanilla coke). Too bad I’m not able to talk with her!