The Bitcoin Baby

7

The closer we got to know each other, the more I noticed how involved she was in the world of 'crypto'. She followed all the news and could explain in simple words what blockchain, smart contracts, the reasons for hard forks and altcoin capitalisation were. I tried not to get too much into this 'wonderful new world', but I was really proud of how knowledgeable she was on the subject. She actually invested in bitcoin, which had grown 700% a year by then, and other cryptocurrencies. She was withdrawing some of her earnings through some trusted people, strange acquaintances, of which she had quite a few, and using that money to rent a flat. At the same time, she worked in an expensive shop, where she was also, apparently, well paid.

Her work schedule was quite strange, she usually came in after 10pm, often tired. When I spent the night at her place, we usually had dinner at a restaurant, then went to her place. She said that her legs were very tired because they were not allowed to sit at work and I would sometimes give her a massage, paying special attention to her slender legs. A couple of times she fell asleep while I stroked her body.

But often she would leave early or take a day off. It wasn't always these days and hours she spent with me. 'We should meet the girls.' I didn't mind. I liked her autonomy and independence, her determined concern as she scrutinised cryptocurrency charts in a tablet she never parted with, even at work.

We deliberately kept a certain distance in our relationship, not interfering in each other's personal affairs and life. It seemed to me that this way we could keep our interest in each other and our desire to be together for longer. I also led the usual life, some changes noticed only close friends, and with the hundred I was not in a hurry to introduce her.

By the way, in business things were going extremely well. So often happens when everything comes together at the same time. How do they say in such cases - 'white streak'? I think it's not about stripes, our life is not a zebra, and especially not a tiger. It's just that our inner state determines external circumstances. There is an opposite influence, of course. But there is a certain balance and connection between the external and the internal. We often talk about it with our friends.

For example, Max joined a gym at the beginning of last year. Unnoticeably, he got involved, and in order to be on time for work, he started getting up earlier, stopped being late, started watching his diet, his head, as he put it, 'began to cook porridge tastier'. It's also reflected in his success.

— Maybe it's me that brings you luck. - She says flirtatiously.

— Judging by the bitcoin rate, I'm bringing you luck too! - I make a joke.

She laughs. And then she gives a mini-lecture about the high volatility of the main cryptocurrency and the fact that bitcoin periodically falls in value.

— It's the owners of huge mining farms and exchanges in China who crash the market on purpose to stock up. 

— She speaks in a serious voice.

— Baby, you're thinking about the wrong thing!She raises her eyebrows in surprise, but my hand is already sliding down her neck and in a couple of seconds I inhale the smell of her hair, the soft skin of her cheek, the sweet lips...