"Have you finished arranging your things?" I have seen that you do not have photos or anything like that. You can put whatever you want, as long as it doesn't bother. It is your corner, the minimum is to adapt it until it feels like a second home.
“Yes, I know, I have... I brought an air freshener and a couple of pens. Also a photo of my parents, but I thought better of it,” he said easily. I've heard a homophobic comment from someone and I don't want any trouble.
Yuri raised her eyebrows.
“He would have problems, don't you think?
"Of course, that's what I mean." If he said something like that in front of me, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself in time, and I've wanted to work here for a long time. I admire Mr. Moore. I wouldn't like him to kick me out after a fight... I wouldn't like him to kick me out, just plain, but less for that.
"Who made the comment?"
“I don't know, I haven't seen him, but he was arguing w
Yuri didn't move. It was already dark and she could only know it was him because the car's roof lights were on, bringing amber gleams to her eyes from the sea. But she did not turn. She felt self”conscious in a good way."Look at you..." he whispered. You remind me of all the pretty things I liked when I was a teenager. To the movie afternoons with your best friend being an idiot in the last row, to watch the sunset on the beach, to return home when only the streetlights light up and there is no silence left, to smoke lying down with the music that he liked to my mother in the background..."Did you smoke?" He stammered, not knowing what else to answer."I spent the day high, dreaming of a girl like you."She swallowed, startled by her palpitations; for what a word of his did in his body."And what happened after that...how did you get where you are?"“Well, I convinced myself that they didn't exist and it wasn't worth wasting ti
"You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for an hour and a half.Yuri didn't move, leaving her hand with the keys suspended in the air.“What do you do here at this time?“Well, look, I was studying and... I didn't like that about the political constitution of the United Mexican States. Besides that mom was in a bad mood, and nothing more than sighing, and I didn't feel well there, so... In case you don't mind that we study tonight, and you help me with the doubts.Yuri wanted to scream.Apparently she hadn't seen Marc, but she consoled herself with the thought that even if she had, it still wouldn't have made any difference. His sister didn't know anything. He could tell her to go home and let her fuck, using those exact words, and she would find a way to turn them around to interpret it in the most convoluted way in the world. Such was life. Some believed that she was going to marry Marc for sending him a stupid WhatsApp, an
"You mean he's in love with you?" he inquired.Yuri looked up at him, meeting his relaxed expression."That has nothing to do with me." We get along badly because it is our lot. Another issue is that I adore you."Do you think so too?"“I'm not the doctor love, but he has all the symptoms. Why? Does that feel good or bad?“Wrong! she exclaimed, frustrated. I do not deny that at some point in my life I could have thought of him in that way. We're programmed to have doubts like that, you know? So many people are convinced that friendship between men and women does not exist, that at some point it gets into your head and you wonder if you don't spend a lot of time with someone because you have a crush. And I want it. It's my family. But if he is in love... Everything changes."In your place I wouldn't worry. If he doesn't have the balls to say it, it's because he doesn't expect anything from you, so it's not worth changing his attit
Caleb didn't answer, which stressed her even more.“You're already a damned old age to overwhelm me with adolescent nonsense, "whether it suits you or not." I will know what suits me. So if you have something to tell me, something that makes sense, say it once and for all.I don't want to say it over the phone.His heart skipped a beat. She didn't know what to say, because if the truth was what she was thinking, what Jesse and Marc believed, what Natsumi was saying... She didn't want to listen to her. I would avoid knowing her from her lips.Caleb was her friend, her best friend; the older brother he never had. I wouldn't stand for things to change for them.“Kiko? You still there?Yuri cast a nervous glance at the ceiling."I have a call on the other line," he lied. We will talk on Monday.He hung up and dropped the phone as if he had been shocked. He ran his hands over his face. The only thing mi
“I guess it's been a rough few weeks and I still can't believe I survived. I don't usually realize how hard I work and these days it's been like opening my eyes after ten years in a coma."And what are you going to do about it?" Sue Moore for exploiting you?“For now, I rebel by skipping work to go with a pretty girl to the beach.She blushed as she was used to, and he had to die a little more. Sometimes he felt very young next to her, a hysterical and desperate adolescent to grope her without skill and with great selfishness. Other times, it seemed to him that he was aging at the speed of light. With her involuntary gestures, Yuri made him look like a dead man; like a man tired of his obligation to profit from a life he had not asked for.It was so gray next to him. So little. He was so empty… And he couldn't let it fill him up. I wouldn't know how to handle it.“How is it possible that you did not have or have a girlfrien
"I don't doubt it, but the chances of us meeting a predator are slim, and you have to trust the numbers." Come on, relax,” Marc insisted, lacing his fingers over the curve of her bottom. In my arms you are safe from everything bad."Because you are all bad?" she tried, arching an eyebrow."And I have everything under control," he concluded, with a sly smile."I thought that was your favorite lie.""And I think..." he murmured lazily. He pressed his cheek to hers, "if it's a lie, it's your fault."She trembled like a leaf. It drove him crazy how she reacted to any of his gestures, his caresses, his simple words. He didn't consider himself any charismatic guy. His thing was winning on the stand, not winning over a woman; if he got it, it was because of his physical appearance, because of his money, because of his fame, and maybe … because of a response. But she made him look like a first”class hunk, made sense of his fa&cc
She shook her head, flatly refusing to take in what he was saying. What was that about, to begin with?"I don't understand," he blurted out, as soon as he could speak again. A few minutes ago you were kissing me, and a few hours ago you told me... You said that you would give your life for a kiss from me. It was a lie?Marc was looking at her in such a way that it was impossible for her to get angry or start crying in frustration. His eyes said one thing and expressed himself in a radically different way. There were two feuding Marcs living in the same body.“As strange as it sounds, when I want to lie to you I always end up telling you the truth."Then you're going to have to explain to me what..." He made several gestures, "this." We were fine... We were fine. Have you pretended?“Not."Is it because I have forced you to stop?" Because if so, you'd be being a jerk.Marc smiled sadly, agreeing with him.“Yes,
"Look, I don't want to step foot in a hospital if it's not necessary," she snapped, looking at him seriously, "okay?"He nodded solemnly."Then lie down." Face down first.She followed the order without thinking about how the situation would look from the outside: how she would be experiencing it herself if her mind was not elsewhere. As soon as she put her cheek on the pillow, she felt sleep calling her. Marc scared him away by removing his suspenders and the hair from his back.He sighed in relief at the first touch of ice.“Why did you come?"Because you needed it.""But you don't always go where you're needed, do you?"“Yes I do."Even after you've told the other person to go to hell?"“I haven't sent you to hell, far from it."You wouldn't use such a nasty term, that's for sure, but I would have preferred it to those meaningless code phrases."I'm sorry they didn't make sense t