After a shower, my new acquaintance kindly offered me his clean T-shirt, but I declined.

“I have to go,” I replied indifferently, putting on a dress.

- Can we have dinner together? The man stood in the doorway, watching me pull my hair back into a ponytail.

“Yeah,” I answered mechanically, gathering my remaining things. - Come on next time.

- What is the next time? - he burned me with a caustic flame of coal eyes.

“I’ll call you.” I squeezed between him and the door frame, grabbing my shoes as I went.

“Karma.” He made me stop with one voice. - I'll take you home.

“No need,” I...