It was nearly midnight and there were ten minutes before happy hour closed. I was talking to a young British man who had moved to Buenos Aires about a year ago, left his university in the middle of his studies to see what else was in the world. He flagged the bartender down and I ordered a rum and coke before we played the universal game of twenty questions.
So, how long have you been here for? he asked.
Just about two weeks.
His mouth dropped.
I'm so jealous of you.
Why? I asked.
I don't know how to put it.
(A beat)
What is your favorite tv show?
I dont know. I have many.
Just pick one.
Ok. Entourage.
Remember when you first started watching Entourage?
Yes.
Do you recall the feeling of season one? The excitement of each episode?
Falling in love with the characters?
Exactly. That's what you have now with Buenos Aires now.
And right now you're on season... five?
He laughed.
I guess. I still love it, but it's not quite as fresh.
Yes, but we always keep watching.
A short smile.
Do you want to sit at that table?
He led me to the corner near the entrance and we finished our drinks thinking, anticipating our eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth question.
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