He wore his hair in long braids, thick like rope. As he walked, his hair swung from side to side, like a clock pendulum. I walk behind him mesmerised by the movement. Maybe he is a secret hypnotist, I thought. I laughed out loud, and the man stopped and turned. He smiled at me, and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Share the joke?" he asked. His voice was rich dark chocolate; it melted over my ears and smothered me. "Nothing," I said, still sniggering like a naughty child. "Are you alright?" he said, his face turning to concern. "You seem a little..." "I'm fine," I said. "I just need to sit down for a moment." He gestured to a bench, and I followed his move, sitting down next to him. Close to him. "Here," he said, offering me a bottle of water.
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