Carina Zinkeisen - Sari's Story

She had had Tobi after all.

For almost three years, even if it was not perfect, it was three years. Three complete years, which now seemed to be complete meaningless to her. Like they never existed.

And yet, if she was honest with herself, and she was now, in the dark of the night on the terrace of the Hard Rock Cafe, where she drank another vodka. All the crushes at the university, which had all remained unfulfilled, had been women. Caroline closed her eyes and once again she thought of Myriam, the beautiful South African woman whom she had almost kissed back then at university. Whose wedding plans had really stabbed her in the heart. More than Tobi's cheating and almost as much as the sight of Sari in that villa yesterday. And she also had more than just raved about many teachers at school and university.

The butterflies that had moved her to kiss Myriam at that party after several glasses of wine.

Exactly the same butterflies, only much more intense right now for Sari.

She had apparently always been a lesbian.

Always had been.

And had successfully repressed it.

Caroline sighed and took a small sip of vodka.

"Hey, how was it?" she was ripped by her father's voice from her thoughts.

"What are you doing here," she asked perplexed, almost startled.

"I also want to order a nightcap after the snooker over at the Tempel Bar. And who do I meet there, my little daughter. Vodka? That's what I order myself. Why didn't Sari come with you and Chris?"

"She was tired and so was Chris," Caroline quickly replied, now she had practice lying to her father.

"Chris", her father was beaming all over her face, ordered the vodka and then turned to his daughter, still beaming. "How did you like him, he's your type, isn't he?"

"Yeah, sure, really nice and good-looking too," Caroline murmured somewhat indistinctly into her vodka glass, because of course she had no idea how Chris looked like.

"My daughter on a man-catch. I invite you to join me for a nightcap after all. The Hardrock Cafe makes great cocktails, is my favorite next to the Tempel Bar and the Tempel Sky Lounge further downstream, but that's more for you young people, you sit there on sandbags. But it is cool, lots of locals. The middle and upper class of Siem Reap. What do you take, Caro, for your luck with the boys, we have to toast right away", Dieter grinned and Caroline shuddered involuntarily.

Her father was usually a real cosmopolitan guy and absolutly easy going, but he had a thing about men. How was she going to teach him that she was falling in love with Sari?

Almost convulsively she held her vodka glass tight.

"Then a caipi, please, I could take that," she said lightly, trying to smile for her father.

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