A sentinel 6

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't seen a suited man, leather briefcase, looking like a sales representative, enter.

He takes off his jacket, the sleeves of his shirt show sweat stains in the armpits. He wipes his forehead. Working all day in a suit and tie... If I catch him on the metro, arm raised, holding onto the upper bar, I'd leave him smooth with licks.

It excites me. I've always been attracted to the smell of male sweat. He rolls up his sleeves, hairy arms. I imagine a chest covered in hair, hairs stuck to his skin around two plump nipples due to perspiration. He's noticed me and has looked at me a couple of times, surely he's annoyed by my boldness. One of these days, I'll get a slap in the face because I'm too much of a flirt and a voyeur. And I'd have it coming.

I see him adjust his sunglasses on his head. One last look. "I should leave now", "But what if it's not him...?" "What if he arrives right after I've left?" "Should I send him a message?" I write and delete. "What would I say to him?"

I wipe the sweat from my forehead. Sweaty-armpits looks at me, loosens his tie. I don't know, I sense something in his gaze. "Let's see if...."

Last glance at the construction workers. The smell of their packages would mix with the dust... I enter the bathroom. "Is that red thing I see in the mirror what others see?"

I exit the bathroom. Sweaty-armpits is waiting to enter, bumps into me. We exchange a glance. He whispers "excuse me". That penetrating smell... I head towards the exit. He's taken off his sunglasses. Looks at the TV. I ask permission to pass. Two women are in the middle, next to the old man's table, greeting him.

He ignores me. It's clear. He clinks the ice in his almost empty glass. Already at the door, I feel his gaze fixed on my back. And, without any reason, everyone's, witnessing my pathetic exit.

- Do you know, man, what I think? - Fer asks me when I arrive and tell him -. He was there. He's been there the whole time. Watching you, analyzing every detail of you and how you behave. Haven't you realized?

- But none of them have... - I get desperate remembering each moment, each detail.

Message.

"I check that you haven't blocked me. Good girl. How you've endured! And how you've sweated! Haha... And without sending messages or pestering me. First test passed. Wait for instructions. For now, don't bother. I'll get in touch."