(this text is a fiction, right?)
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She was out of her country, spending some days meeting some colleagues from the headquarters, doing some trainings… everything was fresh and full of joy for her – as she´s the kind of person who always see the positive side of everything. And the positive side of taking an airplane and going abroad (something that she´s always avoided) was living new adventures. Ok, she´s not the person who chooses to live adventures, but the one that always prefers the calm side of the sea, if you understand what I´m talking about. But not that time. She was excited as she used to be when opening the first page of a book, that one we´ve been expecting a long time to read. And it was a typical night off, friday night. After her professional tasks, she took a shower and dressed – to meet the guys in a bar, something recommended by them as the hottest place in the city, and there she went. Nothing special: a light, well behaved and romantic black dress, she likes to use it cause it contrasts with her clear skin. Some blush, to give that healthy air, something simple on her lips and black eyes (but not too much). Her curly hair was displeasingly untied and fragrant. She closed her room´s door and went downstairs. Took a taxi and saying “Hoosters” was enough.
Everybody was there, talking around the table and there was a band playing a cover of Eric Clapton – not the best cover she´s seen in the world, but ok, it was nice. She took a seat behind her two partners – Todd and Colin – and asked for… ok, it´s friday, I´ll pass the coke. Please, give me something not too strong but something else than beer. Oh, you should taste our beer, you have to taste all this city experience and it includes the beer, ok? Nope! You can take mine! Cheers!
She couldn´t see the people faces, because the lights were very low and colored ones were dancing around the club, dying everyone´s (happy) face. But she saw the blue face from one of the guys that were sat at her side. He was the one she had more contact everyday, every time. Was her reference when something need to be learnt or understood. Her acoomplice to get the goals and share them. He was a gentle guy, very ellegant and polite that used to take care of her, giving some special and precious tips: where´s the best toilet to be used, which time is the best to give a break for lunch, which was the best restaurant (or the cheapest), where were the pencils and the printer. Ok, don´t leave the job exactly 5PM, cause we have a huge traffic here, you wouldn´t like to face it! Give a check around your facebook, read a book. Or, go walking to the hotel, if you´re the kind of person who likes to give a walk. I am, he said. She smiled him, but didn´t answer, only thought.
_ Yes, I am too.
_ You´re what?
_ I´m the person who likes to give a walk. And I followed your advice, thank you.
There were a few days when looking into someone´s eyes thrilled her. Like… three or for days of her life. And that was one of them. She couldn´t see much, and also couldn´t hear too much, but she saw when he jumped into her eyes taking advantage of the dark place (always opportune to the shy guys), and the low lights. She approached, to listen what he was whispering. He had a gentle voice. He got the message and, despite the band was playing too high, there were in that place two people whispering to each other. Like when we tell secrets, like when nobody must hear. Like when we are alone. When they put their eyes back around there were anyone there, already. Everyone was suddenly gone – what turned everything funny. “Why does everybody simply and instantly blow up? Haha…. Oh my god. I am too old for this…” some of the two has thought.
_ We didn´t see the time pass, he said.
She smiled and he touched her finger. Both looked down, to that subtle instant as wishing to stop it, like superman has stopped the earth to save Louis Lane. Ok, this is not to save anybody but because time really goes too fast and this night is too perfect, I don´t want it to end.
_ What you are doing… – she asked still looking to his finger dancing on hers.
_ I don´t know.
_ Are you drunk, Colin? (…) Hãn?
_ No. I´m not drunk. I´m in love.
_ Ahhhh, don´t start with this. No no no no. We met one week ago, how can you say you´re in love?
_ I don´t know, lady. What can I tell you. That I came here this night just to see you? That I can´t work with you by my side, I can´t even get focused? I can´t stop thinking about you, don´t ask me how. I don´t know and I am not drunk. No drugs, too.
_ You expect that I will get into your conversation, huh? I won´t. Listen: I live in Brazil. You live in Houston. Too far, isn´t it? I will not kiss you and fall in love with you and fuck with my heart – (she told him, a little bit late).
_ If you want to talk about broken hearts this is too late for me: my heart is too fucked, little lady, since the first time I say you, in the hall, asking where was the toilet. The toilet was right in front of you…. haha…
There were then a few minutes of quiet thoughts, like taking breath to the next following ones. And when she turned back her eyes down, he was still touching her finger. But what happened from that moment on, guys, this storyteller couldn´t tell you: all the lights were turned off and, even if they weren´t, I would close my eyes anyway… (I can keep my characters´ secrets).
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