Several Conversations About a Very Tall Girl

Better now?

It's much better if I can see you.

-I only ever Skype with my parents. -I want to see you, too.

Okay. Hi.

You're beautiful.

Thanks.

-Now say "you, too". -You, too.

So?

-Right, you haven't forgotten. -You want to tell me

-why you added me on Facebook? -Okay…

Well, I wanted to ask you about…

-About… -About?

You have a picture with a girl, at a bar.

-A tall girl. -How tall?

Very tall.

Yeah, and you kind of hold each other… Let me show you the picture.

-You don't have to, I know it. -Okay.

Well, I wanted to ask you about her.

-What about her? -I don't know, I was just wondering.

Ask me.

Are you friends?

No, I don't think so.

Then what are you?

-We aren't anything right now. -Okay.

Sorry if I'm getting too personal, or…

Oh, c'mon, I said you can ask,

I didn't say I'd tell you everything, right?

Right.

If I tell you everything, you won't want talk to me anymore.

I will.

Why?

I just will.

No. Why are you interested in her?

Just because.

Keep going, move, move…

And the combo!

Okay! Now!

That's it!

And now… Move… And now!

Move back, keep your arms high.

One, two. That's it!

One, two. Again!

One, two, again.

Okay. Shift to the right.

Breathe and… combo.

Move back. Head down. Combo again.

-What are you doing in there? -Just finished up my training session.

You box?

You like it?

It's super fun. Look at this. You let out all your rage.

Who's that girl?

Mona, from here, from the gym.

Do you like her?

I like you more.

But you know that, don't you?

Yeah.

-One, two, three. No. -Okay.

One, two, three.

Well, I was at a party somewhere, in a club,

with a roommate from back then.

It was some… ex-boyfriend's birthday.

Yours or hers?

Hers.

And there was a guy who kept hitting on me

and I wanted to get rid of him.

And… this girl,

I think, was laughing about it…

I don't know what I said to him. Whatever.

Later on I went to the bar to get a drink, and there she was, next to me.

And I realized how tall she was.

Or I just felt small next to her. I don't know.

Then I got drunk and I wanted to leave,

and I couldn't find my wallet.

I started to empty out my bag on the table, to look for it.

And she came over and helped me.

And she told me she'd take me to get a cab.

You didn't talk?

Not really. You know, "how are you?" "Where do you live?"

She added me on Facebook. She said something about my profile picture.

She texted me the next day, asking if I'd gotten home safely.

Then she left for work. That's it.

And how did you guys meet?

Well, where did you two meet?

-At the seaside. -And…

-And… you haven't finished the story. -What else is there to say?

I mean, we talked for like two more weeks. But sometimes…

a little longer.

We usually talked in the morning,

because she liked to have her coffee with me.

And one day she said that it'd be cool if we had coffee in person.

I don't know, "come over, we can watch a movie".

I tensed up, obviously.

And? Did you go?

Yeah. The next day I asked her if…

the invitation was still open, she said yes.

It was weird waking up at her place.

I don't know…

I panicked.

Why?

I don't know why.

After we watched the movie…

she kissed me, she took my clothes off, and…

then we had coffee together.

And how was it?

She makes good coffee.

-Of course. -How was the seaside?

Well, she hit on me on the beach, at a bar,

we went to her place, we fucked.

And…

That's it? I didn't panic.

So… have you figured out what you want from me?

To find out more about the tall girl, right?

More of what?

I don't know.

Well, how long did it last…

-About two weeks. -Almost a relationship.

And what makes you think I know more?

I don't know, weren't you together?

Yes, we were.

No fair, you don't tell me anything.

Clearly I'm a bad person.

Hey, how are you?

Fine. You?

I'm at a party. Wanna come?

No, I have work to do.

At this hour?

You want to have a look around?

Okay, fine.

I don't know him. I don't know what he's doing here.

Excuse me.

Hey.

-You making a movie? -Yes.

Will I be in it?

Who are you?

-I'm her cousin. -Whose?

-Oana's. -Okay.

And this is Sibel. Hi, Sibel.

-Hello. -The host of our party.

What are you making?

Daiquiris.

Too much rum.

Lighten it up.

Ah, Teo. Sorry.

And this is the bedroom.

Hey, what are you doing in there?

What kind of name is that, Sibel?

She's Turkish.

-Was she flirting with you? -Was she?

Yeah, she was.

She flirts with everybody.

It seemed to be a little more than that.

We fucked, if that's what you're asking.

Last night?

No, she was with her girlfriend last night. Didn't you see?

Isn't that word a bit crass?

What word?

"Fucked".

Sure.

I use it for shock value.

Why? I mean, why with me?

Well, weren't you shocked?

Yeah, a little.

Coming.

-Hey. -Hi.

-How's it going? -Good.

Need a hand?

Thanks.

Oh, it's…

Taken by me. It wasn't easy, she didn't want to sit still.

Thank you.

Come in, if you want.

Interesting lighting.

Yeah, I know. It's not my house.

No?

It belongs to a friend who lives in Belgium now,

but she's letting me stay here until she sells it.

-What's she doing in Belgium? -She got married.

-Really? -Yes.

You lost a friend.

Yeah, we came to Bucharest together.

-You've known each other for a long time? -Yeah, since high school.

Since middle school, actually, but we were in different classes.

-Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? -Coffee.

Yeah? Okay.

You don't smoke, right?

No, but feel free, if you want.

I also brought some wine.

-But you still want the coffee, right? -Yes.

-Okay. -We'll have the coffee first.

-What are you looking for? -Coffee.

-I think it's… -Oh, there it is.

-Ashtray? -There.

-The blue one. -This one?

Very cool.

What is?

The house. For parties.

-Yeah. There used to be a lot of them. -Would you go?

Not really, they weren't really my thing.

Why not?

They used to listen to this weird music, like techno, minimalist,