“Well, I’m almost positive your hair is natural, but it’s obvious that you have some Latin blood. You speak English with a mild accent. It’s a Romance language, but it actually sounds more Russian than Italian or Spanish. Also, there’s a Rio Mardigra symbol dangling from that bracelet on your wrist.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“You’re very observant, aren’t you? Like some Sherlock Helmes detective.”
That’s how she pronounced it: Helmes.
“Did I also mention that a Brazilian Passport fell out of your bag?”
She studied my face with great care, as if she were trying to make up her mind about something serious.
“You know,” I said. “If you’re not used to it, it’s quite dangerous out here. Perhaps I could help you reach the safety of a nearby coffee shop. We could wait out the blizzard. I’m sure the streets will be safe in about an hour.”
“So, you just want to try and pick me up.”
“I believe I’ve already tried to pick you up. Twice.”
“Twice was enough, I think. Goodbye now. Better luck with the next woman.”
“Wait, Calena.”
She turned again and displayed a disproportionate reaction of fear and anger.
“How do you know my name?” she said. “Is this some kind of test? Who sent you?”