He hardly knows her, she could be manipulative, and her movements hint at volatility, but that smile, that laugh, that clever use of words.
He goes to her house in Fribourg, meets her at the door, has tea with her at her kitchen table. They talk of her work at the library, his job at the pharmaceutical. After an hour, she says that she must leave to help a friend, she says good-bye to him, they shake hands. He travel the thirty kilometers back to Berne, feels empty during the train ride home, goes to his fourth-floor apartment on Kramgasse, stands on the balcony and stares down at the tiny red hat left in the snow.
He decides not to visit her again.
He decides that he must see the Fribourg woman again.