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her interest. If she did recognize him as the
young man who dropped his cocktail and broke the glass, she didn’t give any
sign of it. No matter how hard Isaac glared at her, nothing happened.
    “Wrong
choice,” Isaac thought sadly. “But okay, there are still the other candidates.”
Even though he had failed to attract any interest at all, Isaac decided to try
to get acquainted anyway. “After all, this is business,” he thought, psyching
himself up. Concentrating as hard as he could, he convinced himself that not to
approach her would be cowardice and he had nothing to lose. “I’ll finish my
cocktail and walk up to her,” he thought coming up with a way to put things off
for five minutes. Eventually, after gathering all his courage, he put his glass
on the table and set off towards the spot where Michelle was sitting.
     “Excuse
me Michelle, but could I have a couple of words with you?” Isaac said with his
absolutely cutest smile. “I hope you’re not upset, are you, that it was only my
cocktail that fell at your feet, and not me.” The girl failed to appreciate his
humor and looked at him without any particular curiosity. It was obvious that
she had absolutely no interest in getting to know strangers in public places.
    “What
do you want? Do you two know each other?” the girl’s male friend asked, coming
to her aid.
    “No,
we don’t know each other. My name’s Isaac, and there’s something very important
that I need to say.”
    Michelle
shook her head very slightly and her young man continued.
    “Isaac,
please have the courtesy to leave us alone. We want to relax; we don’t want to
make any new acquaintances. No one’s angry with you because of the broken
glass.”
    “But
it’s very important,” said Isaac, trying to insist.
    “If
it’s so important, tell us. I have no secrets from my friends,” Michelle
intervened.
    “Well
you see, Michelle, you have a very high creativity, and so do I. And there are
other people like us. People who don’t like COMA,” Isaac rattled off. “And we
can’t just sit back and do nothing. We can do a lot. And you can help to do
it.”
    Unfortunately,
Michelle and her companions saw Isaac as nothing more than an overexcited
weirdo who should be given as wide a berth as possible. Michelle’s reflex
response was to lean back on her chair with her arms crossed.
     “Please,”
Isaac entreated her, “let me finish. You’re intelligent, rich and very
beautiful. I can’t manage it on my own, I need your help. I’m not a psycho, I’m
an absolutely normal young guy…an inventor, and I have a high creativity
quotient.”
    “And
you broke that cocktail glass very inventively, didn’t you?” Michelle’s male
friend persisted. This was his great chance to protect the beautiful model from
an obnoxious gadfly, and he wanted to milk the opportunity dry.
    He
got up off his chair and stood between Isaac and Michelle.
    “Please
leave the easy way.”
    “And
what if I don’t?” asked Isaac, starting to get angry and immediately regretted
it. His aggression only made Michelle more frightened. A good half of the
restaurant was already watching their table, including the irate manager, the
acquaintance who had sent Isaac the text.
    “All
right, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.” Isaac looked at Michelle one last time, she was
so beautiful and so indifferent. She realized she would never make any kind of
ally and was reveling in her own life of admirers and luxury. People like that
would never risk disrupting their own comfortable stability. Michelle didn’t
even seem so very beautiful now. Her alarm had turned her face pale and
slightly drawn. Her charm had evaporated instantly and her eyes peered out
spitefully from under brows. Isaac suddenly smiled. He realized that he was
stronger than many brilliant or rich people. Even in his present condition he
was capable of far more than many of the people around him.
    “See
you later, Michelle,” Isaac said with a wave