Paradeevich

You are Lesha Koresh Paradeevich had been working in a small pharmacy on the outskirts of the city for almost a year.

The work was calm.

There were usually few customers, so in the evenings he often sat by the window and watched people.

One day, just before closing, the pharmacy door opened.

A tall guy in a black sweatshirt walked inside.

He looked very tired.

p: Good evening. How can I help you?

The guy slowly approached the checkout.

Q: Is there anything for a severe headache?

Paradeevich nodded and took out the necessary medicine.

While he was ringing up the purchase, he noticed that the stranger was hardly smiling.

p: Rough day?

The guy chuckled quietly.

k: You could say that.

Paradeevich handed over the package.

p: I hope tomorrow will be better.

The stranger smiled sincerely for the first time that evening.

k: Thank you...

He looked at the badge.

k: Paradeevich?

p: Yeah.

K: And I'm Lesha.

There was silence between them for a few seconds.

k: Maybe... we'll see each other again.

Paradeevich smiled.

p: Maybe.

Lesha left the pharmacy.

And Paradeevich looked after him for a long time.

Without realizing it, he felt that this meeting was not accidental.