"How did you know which room was my bedroom?"
"The heart knows exactly where to go, Lorelei. Lorelei. Your name is magical and melodic. I'm drunk at the sound of it. Come out with me. Just for a little while. Give me a chance to win your heart."
"No," I said. "You'll get me into very big trouble now. Please leave before it's too late."
"It's already too late," he said, moving closer. "I'm no longer in control of myself. I can't help myself. I can't leave unless you come out and spend a few minutes with me. Come." He beckoned.
"Come out, Lorelei. Enjoy the night air, look up at the stars, and dream a little dream with me. Come out. I promise I'll leave, but you won't want me to leave. Parting, remember, is such sweet sorrow."
His words were suddenly mesmerizing. He reached in and gently took my hand.
"Come," he urged. "Please."
