me. I smiled at him as I took a seat.
I was fighting the urge to cry…
A waitress came our way, and she politely asked us what we’d like to have. I ordered a regular coffee since I don’t know the place yet, and he also asked for the same thing.
“So, have you decided on anything yet?” He asked.
Oh, what the hell? I’m only going to be here for a single year, I might as well just enjoy everything, plus I’m not going to work. I’ll die with either boredom or heartache. What’s the point of leaving Spain?
“Yeah, let’s do it.” I answered him.
His eyes lighten with so much gladness. “That’s really amazing!” He said. “By the way, do I need to pay you? He asked. “You know, for your rent?”
I laughed at him. “That’s so nice of you, but I can manage.” I said.
“Oh, so you’re working here?” He asked.
“No, I’m not.”
“What do you do?” He asked, looking so curious of my life purpose.
I wish I knew what to answer to you…
“I… am doing nothing…” I said.
His brows rose. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he was totally shocked.
“How can you afford the—” He attempted to ask, but then it seemed he figured out the answer all by himself. “You’re parents are rich, of course.” He said.
“Mm-hmm…”
“It must be really easy for you… you know, to get everything you want.”
You have no idea how hard everything is for me. You don’t know me.
“No, it’s not like that.” I wasn’t in the mood to share more info.
“So what brings you here?”
I wanted to lie. I wanted to tell a lie so much because I never intended to talk about Clemente here. However, I figured it’ll be so wrong.
“I got dumped, and so I’m here to look for something I want to do with my life. You’ll never understand. You probably think I’m wasting everything because I’m a brat.” I said.
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” He apologized. “And you wanted to try painting?”
“No, I’ve always loved to paint. I wanted to be an artist someday.”
He nodded with a smile. I think he got it. “Well then, let’s make your dreams come true.” He said.
I smiled at him. I couldn’t help but do so. “There’s one thing, though.” I said.
“Sure.”
“I’m kind of easy to fall in love with so hold your guards up high.” I teased him.
He blurted out in laughter, and for some reason, I felt equal parts insulted and happy.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He said. “By the way, where will you be comfortable doing the session?”
“My apartment will do.” I said.
He nodded. “We cans tart this afternoon.”
“Okay! Afternoon it is.”
We talked for an hour before he walked me home. He’s actually very gentleman, and he knew how to listen. He was overall amazing. However, he somewhat always sounded so sad and very insecure. Oh, well… Everybody has their own story.
As we’ve reached the front door of my apartment, I invited him inside so he can have a seat while I prepare myself for our session.
“By the way, do you want to grab lunch first?” I asked him.
“Okay.” He answered with a smile.
Yeah, we both felt as if we’ve known each other for quite so long now. It was relaxing for a change.
I can tell by the way he looked around my apartment that he was quite overwhelmed by how extravagant it was. I, however, was used to stuff like this. I even find this one a bit tamed compared to my