Flirting “We have the same name!” She exclaims “And look! Our hands are identical too - so creamy, small and soft!"
	She presses her palms against mine, in an adult game of pat-a-cake, as if to prove her point. “No.” I insist turning hers upright (and trying not to sound too uptight)   "The love lines - look, see! Absolutely do not match. And besides, sorry to spoil your dream but I'm a commited player for the other team."

Image by Egon Schiele