Chapter 4 4

"Had you gotten used to me helping you lift tomatoes? "she murmured amused.

"Yeah."

"I'll keep working friend, change that face. I love you."

I rolled my eyes, left the paper in the kitchen. I was standing at the counter, when a young guy came in and sat down at table 6.

From number one to ten, the tables were to be served by me. And Ana was next.

"Hello, good morning, how can I help you? "I wanted to know, I had my notebook in my left hand.

"If I order a coffee, will you come with me?"

"Asshole", I thought.

"Excuse me?"

Not there, did I say it out loud again?

"Inevitably, I have to work. I'm sorry," I said with a smile.

"You called me an asshole, who do you think you are? "He slammed the table, making me startle.

"I...

"Hey, calm down," the gray"eyed boy saw me in an instant.

"And you, you want to fuck her too, wait your turn, don't interrupt.

"Get out of here! "he said angrily.

"Or what, you'll call your daddy."

"The gray"eyed man grabbed him by the neck and dragged him out.

We were all stunned by that act. Idiot number two saw him scared. It was scary, the veins in his neck were swollen.

After that guy ran away. He came towards me and spoke to me:

"Are you all right? he wanted to know."

I don't know why I started crying on his shoulder, Magdalena.

But he smelled so good even, I got a little lost in his cologne.

Everyone went inside and I was left alone with him.

He left leaving me with more questions than answers, although the good news was that I already knew , his name was.

" Are you okay Gi? " Mel wanted to know, as soon as I walked in. My boss, too, was standing next to her, both with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah... it was just a scare and my big mouth," I said with a smile.

" That guy was an asshole... he deserved it " Nahuel answered and added: " If he didn't defend you, I would have gone, my beautiful lady in trouble.

With Mel, we looked at each other amused.

After that strange incident: everything went back to normal. I was cleaning the floor, while Emma was cleaning the big windows. I hated cleaning the windows, they were always white or worse than they were, I was no longer asked to do that task. Mel, on the other hand, left them so clean that more than one of them crashed.

It was our free time with Nahuel, Mel and me. At two o'clock in the afternoon, we were in a square near here with a tray and a fork: eating chicken and potatoes. It was one of the things I loved about working here, the tasty food in this place, "plus it was free" We sat on a bench, the three of us, Nahuel was in the middle of us, along with a soda.

" This is delicious "Nahuel affirmed with his mouth full, even a piece of chicken fell out of his mouth.

"That's awful," we affirmed with Emma, who laughed.

" Anyway, this is very tasty," I said very enthusiastic about the chicken leg.

"Gi... " My name is Nahuel.

"Tell me "I said with my mouth full.

" Do you like Julian?"

"What? "I said surprised, at his strange question.

" Your eyes light up when he appears, and today when he saved you, uff" he told me, I elbowed him in the ribs.

" No, he's a jerk no matter how much of a savior he is," I said.

"Yes... he was acting important today, wasn't he, Gi? " muttered Mel.

" Besides, I don't know if he's married or whatever," I shrugged.

" We'll have to find out," said Nahuel amused.

"No, we won't."

When we finished and threw the trays in the trash, we walked back to work. We all went straight to the bathroom though, I had to get the chicken grease off my face and hand. We were glistening and everything, we looked like we were smeared with Vaseline.

" Don't give them any more chicken!"

I heard the kitchen say, and we couldn't help but burst out laughing. On the way out, I peeked into the kitchen and shouted at them:

"Don't take the chicken away from us!"

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as I had to leave with Mel. Sometimes we worked double shifts, but I was still a little sensitive about what had happened this morning. I preferred to go to sleep, I was quite sleepy.

It was instants, how at that moment I knew that Gi was shaking. She had become extremely nervous when that guy tried to get smart with her. It had been a long time since I had been involved in a fight, but I had done it for her.

Who would have thought that when I was little, I was quite a coward, so to speak. My father had always felt partly ashamed of me because he thought I wasn't man enough for him. My father had worked in the navy, and had had a son who was me and a daughter who I hardly ever saw as my sister. However, we tried to get along no matter what. Sometimes family relationships would be even more difficult than the friendships that could be formed. So to speak, I was quite lonely, I didn't have many people in my life. Only one friend, she had been my friend for many years, she had been the only one: she had put up with all the fights I had had with my father, all the arguments I had had with my sister.

At this moment, she was not by my side supporting me, I felt quite alone. The moment I left the café, I couldn't help but stand on the sidewalk for a few shelves watching her.

When I felt her next to me at that moment, she had started to cry. I could feel the warmth of her body, the scent of Jasmine that she emanated from her skin had seemed something wonderful. I didn't know a person could smell so good, yet she did.

Seeing her red, sad eyes had given me an unfamiliar feeling, I wanted to protect them no matter what.

The moment I saw her more relaxed, I decided it was time to leave the place, I had to go to work.

Giss had started to read aloud a story while she was resting.

"I heard a strange scream coming from the bathroom, which I found confusing. I omitted any sound, trying to focus my auditory attention on that inaudible noise. After a few minutes, which seemed eternal: the pitiful moaning was repeated, which resounded, the sound crashing against the walls.

I got up from the couch, ready to find out what was going on. As Mom was sobbing at the bathroom door, I rushed over, alert.

"Your dad is dead! "she shouted, beside herself.

I looked at her in surprise, approaching at a slow pace, quite confused. My footsteps didn't echo, they were muffled by the padded carpet under my feet. When I was in front of my mother I spoke to her:

"What are you talking about mom? "I asked confused.

"He's dead! "she repeated.

I still remember that pitiful scream, coming from this same direction, but I didn't imagine it was dad. I started to tremble, my whole body was actually shaking.

I looked at her confused and terrified, her eyes filled with tears. Suddenly she grabbed the knob and exclaimed:

"I want to die next to him! I'll open the door so we all die with daddy!

Giselle

After a week, of which I had been looking forward to each of the days I had to go to Julian's shift, I find myself sitting on a plastic chair. I sigh, it is rather unseasonably warm on this day, I feel my skin sticking to the warm material underneath my body.

I look out of the corner of my eye: my fingernails have a bit of dirt on them.

I can't believe it!

I sigh, realizing I'm a bit of a mess when it comes to looking a little presentable.

I snort, feeling quite nervous at that moment: my feet move, as if they had a life of their own from one side to the other; my hands feel a little heavier than usual, I think I have every urge in the universe, to vomit.

In this week, Julian hadn't shown up at the site.

＜＜I miss you and I miss your buttocks＞＞＞.

A part of me had missed watching him for now, even though I'd never gotten up the courage to say hello to him.