I can show you around! he says with his strong Spanish accent. Deal! I smile and get on the bus. It’s a dark night, middle of the week – I guess that’s how a student life looks like. All I can think of is getting to the bed.
Saturday morning, it is too early for this city. Walking by the restaurants with empty tables, I wonder when they will fill up with talks and laughs. These few strangers passing by keep looking straight into my eyes, wondering what they can find in them, and then they say Hola and call me Senorita. I smile watching newsstands filling up their shelves with weekend editions. On the walkways, wind mixes leaves with plastic bags; the air gets hotter just when I wait for the traffic light to change. I stare, unknowingly, on the glass windows since they seem to be the only stop sign for me to touch their most beautiful wedding dress.
When waiting on the main square, I am sure he is already here, looking for me. Churches, architecture, parks, beach, and drinks, he ensures meeting me tomorrow offering to run with me. He is smart, charming, funny, and I am not interested.
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