OLIVIA.Carl went crazy, but I understand.Carl Malaver is mad, unhinged from asking me to move in with him.I know it. I sense it.And I, from the bottom of my heart, wish to say yes.If he ever asks me, since I don't think he'd love to feel that way for much longer. Besides, life itself has taught me that sometimes, rushing, only leads to tiredness and the worst of them is the emotional one, the same tiredness that sometimes carries disappointment in its hands. And being disappointed, and so soon, is not good.That's why I'm still living in my little apartment, the one I can afford even with my salary, getting ready to go to work, after having spent wonderful days with him, with me... I must clear my throat. Next to my boyfriend. Yes, my boyfriend! How great it sounds and how terrifying it feels at the same time.Riding the bus to work early one Monday morning, I had time to think about what would happen that Friday. I could also regret that we had already met on another day of the
OLIVIA.I stopped dead in my tracks, not sure what to do for a couple of seconds, maybe more.My hands tingled. Carl was at La Napolitana!«But what's going on today?», I asked myself.We stared at each other. He with some strange impression on his face, dumbfounded almost, in the middle of noon inside that beautiful and emblematic restaurant, realizing that I had just entered... accompanied.I don't know what face I could have made, I don't think I felt it. I had to relax. I wasn't committing any crime, keeping calm and sanity was paramount. But how to do it, when the gentleman who fascinates me, the owner of my emotions (the weak, treacherous, and compromised ones), the day and night emotions, was eating me with his eyes and not exactly in a good way? I looked at my companion and decided to take the bull by the horns."Alonso, could you wait for me at the table, please? I'm going to say hello to Carl...""And who is Carl? Is he that Carl?"I looked at him completely to give a proper
CARL.I tried to share this conversation that should develop with my friend, who had been watching me for minutes with pure curiosity."Your girlfriend is very beautiful," he commented, making me look at him. "She's the same one you met that night, isn't she? Do you frequent this restaurant a lot... both of you?"I sighed, feeling stressed.I cleared my throat and took a sip of my coffee, which was getting cold."We met here."There was a momentary silence, as he nodded, concatenating in his head the answer I gave him, while he gobbled a dessert that I didn't even notice the moment it was brought to the table, although it was evident that he couldn't avoid looking at me, as I was more focused on what was happening at the other fucking table, than on the bites he was taking off his cake or the words themselves."Are you sure you're right?" I looked at him with a friendless look on my face. "Boy, you can't fool me. Besides, this is quite a show. Seeing you like this..." He laughed. "It'
CARL.«Ahhh... So he's the ex.»I must confess now, inside I was laughing. And of course, laughter is better than jealousy.Somewhat amused by the situation, I had to say a few things to that Alonso."You're his ex? Wow, cool. I'm glad you finally found your way to this restaurant."I think my smile and words almost made Olivia faint and I know they also pissed off the idiot in front of me, who with his little air lenses, couldn't even do justice to that beautiful female.I looked straight at her and enjoye more when I saw her close eyes and almost shake her head. The best part: she also avoided smiling. In fact, I noticed that she was trying to keep her laughter from exploding. That made me feel very relieved.«I love you, don't I, Olivia?»"It was a good thing you didn't make it," I told to little Alonso. "Thanks to that boat of yours, she and I met." I patted him on the back, smiling all the time.I looked at my girlfriend and winked."Baby, before you go, look for me at the table,
CARL."Let me pay the bill," Meléndez told me and I let him do it. Got up and went to swipe his card at the cash register, when we all know that waiters bring the point of sale to the table, or whatever... I needed to be alone for a moment, that was good for me.I looked at her.She was wearing her uniform and it looked perfect. I had seen her in those clothes before, but something was different, something was happening that day. I think I still feel the shock of everything that happened.The waiter approached them and I saw how the guy who had lunch with my girlfriend, paid the bill, passing a card through a wireless point of sale... I hoped Meléndez did not see that.Within seconds, I got up and went to the bathroom. I wanted her to say goodbye to this... guy... without seeing me at the table, that she wouldn't find me later, looking for me. I didn't know exactly why I wanted it that way, but I did.When I returned, she and Meléndez were talking, standing in the middle of both table
CARL.Her mouth... God, her mouth. She was driving me crazy, she had me desperate, I needed to touch her, attract her to me, stick her to my skin, get inside her soon, at once... Olivia is cruel, her existence is cruel, she is... too much, but the overflowing in her, that thing that provokes me, I like it.Her tongue tasted of liqueur and bolognese sauce, but also of mint and it seemed unheard to be so. When did this woman eat mint? It's unbelievable.I almost pulled her out of the seat and placed her on top of me. It was what I was provoked to do, but I wouldn't do it in broad daylight. With my car's windows, you can see a bit of silhouette from the outside.I held her hair with a fist without it being painful and bit her lips, our mouths fought. I curled my tongue with her and bit her lower lip a couple of times before cutting the kiss short, almost blinded by the emotional charge that came over me the moment we entered the car.Our breaths were labored. I held Olivia's beautiful fa
CARL.I was speechless.She chose to wear silver... Damn, that woman looks good in silver.I took her hand and left a kiss on her lips that was intended to be chaste, however, I ended up hugging her and running my mouth over her perfect neck, caressing it with a lot of desire to never stop."I'm sorry," I had to tell her because it was indeed not very late, it was 20:00hrs and the diners, who were not many, looked like curious owls, watching what part of our anatomy we were placing our hands on.I talked to the host waiter to let me receive her and so it was, and I enjoyed a lot to see Olivia's expression when she saw me practically at the entrance waiting for her. I must confess that internally, I laughed, it was nice to see her react that way.Quickly, we walked among the tables and reached the farthest spot in the place. We sat down, leaning against the wall on the left. Anyone who wanted to see us in detail would have to walk past the main area, through the ugly wooden frames, and
OLIVIA.We ordered pizza. Mine with pesto, full pesto, tomatoes, and double cheese for him, pepper and oregano for both of us. I didn't think I would go crazy with the taste of pizza and wine, I have to eat like that more often. That amount of pesto plus the liquor... Everything was overflowing with flavors, too delicious, plus the night, Carl and I, together again at a new dinner, dressed as if to conquer the world, clothes that are bought and put on only to be taken off. However, we wouldn't leave so quickly, it didn't seem to be a common plan. That man wanted to smear me with emotions, he was succeeding in doing so by summoning me there again. Friday night meant for us, among other things: bed, bed, and bed.The laughter, the kisses, drinks, and jokes calmed a little this internal running that threatened to disrupt everything and go in search of a mattress, or a wall, the inside of a car perhaps, or any other random place. The night was long and the hours passed as if they did not