We grin at each other. He hands me a Ving card just as a crowd comes in. I'm so surprised that I drop it and to make sure no one sees it, I step closer to him to step on the Ving card. We're standing so close that I smell his hotel-laundered shirt.
We're both still grinning when he leaves me. It could've been just my imagination but when I move my foot, there it still is. I pick it up and stare at it for a while.
It takes me a long time to assess the situation.
Finally, I go to a secret place that harbors a secret drawer and add that Ving card to the many others that are there and make up my mind to pretend that those plastic keys don't exist.
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