At the airport, Chanoch and Roy were waiting for us. "Shalom, girls!" they greeted us. Chanoch shaked hands with us and Roy kissed me on the cheek. I was melting! "Nice to see you again, Janet!" "For me too, Roy! You grew up so fast in these months" We laughed together.
Here I won't talk about Chanoch Nissany's test, you already know about it. That Friday night our dinner together was scheduled. "As a Jewish I know that I mustn't go out on Friday evening, as it's the beginning of the Shabbat, but you are English so we can do it!" Chanoch joked.
The restaurant in which we were going to eat was a luxury one, so we had to dress smartly. Roy recognized the now-famous white dress, and just like during our first meeting he kissed my hand.
The evening began nicely. We talked about various topics and laughed a lot. But suddenly, we realized that a smell of smoke was in the air. Cooks escaped from the kitchen and screamed to customers: "Fire, fire!" Big flames were destroying the kitchen. People were escaping from that hell on Earth. "Let's run away, Janet!" I held strongly mum's hand, and Roy did so with his dad. Unfortunately I stumbled into a chair, I fell and I lost my senses due to the dense smoke, while my mum, my Prince Charming and his father were already out of the burning restaurant.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was still surrounded by smoke, but I managed to hear a voice that I knew very well. "Janet! I'm coming to save you!" "Roy!" I whispered, even though I was short of breath. My Israeli young hero took me in his arms and pulled me out of fire. I lost my senses for a second time. And Roy, like a real Prince Charming, brought me back to life with a romantic kiss on the lips, with all the people watching.
When I woke up my mum gave me lots of kisses. "You are alive! I'm so glad" "But my dress is a disaster!" "Don't worry, we will wash it." Chanoch was really proud of his son. "And I realized that my Roy is such a brave and chivalric boy. At the beginning, when he had this idea, I tried to stop him, but he knew that his friend risked her life!" "They're more than friends" "What do you mean, Theresa?" "My daughter has a crush on him" Chanoch smiled, and my mum and him looked at Roy who was practising on me the artificial respiration. Our faces were black of soot, and while we were hugging the each other our parents photographed us in order to always remember that moment.
Before sleeping, I whispered to my mum: "I thought that these things could only happen in fairytales"
Surely I would never have forgotten my Roy, my charming and fearless friend from Tel Aviv.
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