Rudy seemed really amazing to you. Sweet, kind, with a charming smile that was capable of giving goosebumps. That's the right man you met at the hospital when you helped your father go to the hospital to get a new prosthetic arm.

Rudy seemed to intuitively feel what you want and what you love. He seemed to guess that you like blue and white hydrangeas, so he brought this bouquet to you in the morning along with a cappuccino without sugar.

You were lying together on his champagne-colored silk sheets and you felt over the moon with happiness. It's been a long time since you've experienced such peace and harmony.

"I love your hands." Rudy said with a smile and kissed your knuckles. "The palms are small, but the fingers are long and thin, aristocratic. I think your hands would be perfect for advertising in jewelry catalogs."

You smiled at him like a happy kitten. Rudy took your breath away.

"And yet, I adore women's manicures." he smiled as if mysteriously. "I think black nail polish would suit you...but with sparkles. Or dark red, like wine or...blood."