BIP! BIP! BIP! BIP! BIP! BIP! BIP! PAF! Fucking alarm! Yawn… come on, it’s time to get up. I stretch up and I get out of bed. Now: direction the kitchen. Once my door’s opened, I could smell coffee all over the room. As expected, Azul was finishing her breakfast. Without a word, I sited, beginning to serve myself.
“Hi, Max. So, had a good night?”
“Hi. Well, I had an intense session with the guys but after I slept like a log.” I yawned.
“It’s good to know when we know you can pass four hours playing non-stop without doing anything else.” Azul noticed.
“Yeah, well…” I let out casually.
But coffee won’t go down, I knew I had something to do.
“Azul, before you go, I want to tell you something.”
“OK… what’s it?”
“I wasn’t really kind about you yesterday. So, I’d like to apologize.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t persecute you.”
“No, listen, I really want to apologize. I mean… It’s been so long I try to find a job. You… you just want to advise me, and I spit on your face. I shouldn’t crack up like this. I… sigh… I’m sorry. Maybe people are right… maybe I’m just a fucking black cat.”
And she hugged me. I shed several tears, before coming to my senses. It lasted several minutes but I didn’t mind; it’s making me feel good.
“Well, time flies. I must to save myself. We will see tonight.”
“OK, have a nice day.”
So, like that, she didn’t have a grudge about me! Not only she said it’s not totally my fault, but she forgave me. For you, it doesn’t mean something but for me, this feeling was special. At this time, I felt nice.
Well, after this confused time, it’s time to say more about me. If all my friends nickname me Max, my complete name is Maximiliano Milagro Furo. And, as you can read by my Spanish, I have Hispanic origins, but I will talk about this later. If I’m talking about me today, is that I want to tell you an insane story. Several days from now, I will accept one special job, which will put me on incredible situations and allow me to meet some atypical people.
But now, let’s run out the clock and let’s enjoy these final moments of quiet. At this time of the story, we must say I had other priorities like finding a job, going to the market… or drinking my orange juice. SPLIIIIT! “Ew! That’s fucking disgusting! It’s grapefruit juice or what… ¡Demonios!”