Sacrifice (Hong Kong)

Sophia and I walked fast hand in hand to the IFC. We were both late. She was running to catch her flight and I was running to my photo shoot and open mic at TakeOutComedy.com.

At where the escalators went down, I pulled her close and kissed her. “Be careful. See you in a couple of weeks,” I said.

“I miss you already,” she said and looked at me sadly.

“It’s the sacrifice we must make.” I hugged her. “You need to get going, you are already late. You cannot miss the next Airport Express train – or then you will miss your flight.”

“Why are you such in a hurry to get me out of Hong Kong?” she asked pointedly.

I was taken back. “What do you mean?”

“You are in an awful hurry to get me out of here.”

I was angry. I didn’t like what she was alluding to. “Look, I am late for my photo shoot. I promised Jami I would be there before 9.”

“Okay,” and she leaned in and kissed me hard.

And we pulled away – felt the gravity of us – still yank us towards each other – and then I went off spinning in the opposite direction towards the SoHo escalator.

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