15 Chapter#14

Three weeks; three weeks since that day Ingrid left Marcos. She was considering the situation carefully and searched within herself for some kind of negative or painful thought that had to do with it, but nothing. At the moment of doubts she looked for someone with experience and who better than Grandma Cliver for it, right? She sincerely surprised her that she understood her position and her lack of feelings for that part. Thanks to her he realized that there was really nothing there, as he had previously raised in his thoughts, in reality he did not feel or feel anything either when he met him, or when they spent time together, much less when he left him. It sounded weird and out of context, even illogical but as the abu had said, "you can't miss a feeling you've never had" or something like that, in short, she didn't have to feel guilty or not if in the end she never saw it as anything. important and from what she'd heard, he wasn't either so she was more than calm about the whole situation.

She now she had decided to focus on her work, in reality it was not the profession of her dreamed of hers but a good future is carved out in short and precise steps, slow but sure. She actually enjoyed it because she could share in peace with people who really appreciated her, and why not, see Mr. Tomato every day, although she no longer looked like it but in her eyes he was still a cute squashy tomato.

The days had literally flown by, the university was relatively quiet, nothing he could not handle, if there were his assignments and exams and stuff but everything calm, with the help of Diana he managed to stay in line and continue with quite decent grades without scratching desperate. Since the reopening, there were more people every day, it was more work but now with the wheels that adorned his feet everything was easier, he fixed a bit the differences with his other co-worker and between the two they achieved a friendly relationship, not so strong but enough to survive in the same space. It was closing time so she was getting her things ready to go while Raphaela went through the inventory of accounts at the cash register. The local bell rang softly and they both quickly looked up.

"Excuse me, we just closed, do you need anything?" The black-haired woman spoke cordially but at the same time wanting to kick the couple that had entered the place, seriously she wanted some peace.

—If we already noticed that it is closed, we just wanted to know if Ingrid Woods was here ...

"It's me." She raised one of her hands as she continued to fix the few things that were left. "How can I help you?"

"Well, if you don't mind, we can wait for him to finish and talk outside, it's nothing to write home about but no offense, we'd like it to be private." The latter was said as they looked at Raphaela.

"Well, with her permission, give me five minutes and I'm out."

Saying this, the couple left the place and stood to one side of the glass doors.

"Are you going to talk to them?"

"Yes, I don't see why not."

"They look suspicious, you know?" They do not give a good thorn.

—You only see them that way because they stared at you; they are surely one of those people who like to keep their conversations private because it makes them feel more comfortable.

"Good, but just in case you scream and I come out with the frying pan." "He shows you one under her counter."

"I'm not going to ask why you have a damn copper pan under the counter now but we'll talk about it later, is that clear?"

"You shut up and just listen to me, that's classified information." She brought the pan to her chest, hugging it as if it were a baby.

"I'm not going to answer that just because they're waiting for me outside ...

When leaving, the couple were still in the same place, talking quietly with their arms crossed in the rushing air, it was a cloudy but refreshing afternoon.

"Sorry for the delay, things got a bit complicated, now tell me how I can help you." - She shook her hands on her pants as she looked at them.

—Well, we were talking with her boss, we wanted to know in which agency she had sent her to make the entrance sign and other logos of her and she told us her name.

"If it's true, I was in charge of doing all this, what does that have to do with it?"

—You see, we have a wine house that we want to open soon and it is something familiar so we wanted something small and not so scandalous and let's say that the companies are not exactly discreet. At the point of this, we would like to offer you to help us with this issue, I understand that you are a graphic design student and that you need internships for your career, so if you help us we are willing to offer you any document or communication regarding this in addition to a payment because you help us decorate too.

He carefully analyzed the words of the lady, in fact he did not think that something else would come out of a favor but that was good, the more work, the more he perfected and the better for his career, plus the pay thing sounded pretty good.

—Well, I accept with some conditions, I will make the logo, poster and website if you wish but you must let me sign my work, you know, copyright; in addition to writing a document by hand where they express their impressions of my work, being completely sincere; If they did not like it, then they put it, if it is the opposite case also and everything that has to do with my performance. And well, if they are going to give me a payment, I want it to be right after the job is finished, I will only receive money if they are satisfied with what I did.

—Sounds good, we will do what you ask and we will help you with whatever you need, here we leave you our e-mail and contact number, so when you are ready call us and we will arrange details and some ideas that we have in mind.

—Perfect, I'll call in about two days, I'm currently in exams so I'm in the study process.

—Perfect, don't worry, when you're ready call us. If it is of your comfort and with it you feel safer, we can make a legal contract.

—That would be more than good, a legal contract is completely fair, there we will put all the conditions regarding this, well wait for my call.

"Thank you for helping us with this dear, you have saved us from a good

"Don't thank me now, do it when you're satisfied." Well with your permission, I must go, there are things I must do. See you soon.

She said goodbye waving her arm while she put her headphones at full volume, she did not care, she was too happy, you could say that she was slowly advancing in her dream and that was more than good, short steps, safe path.

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A library, who in her right mind would spend a nice Saturday afternoon hiding in a library, or so the average teenager would ask. Unlike them, Diana was one of those who spent her life in the large space full of books, her appearance was deceptive, she actually liked to be buried between the pages of a good book, of course, good in her eyes and in those moments there I was, sitting behind one of the shelves furthest from the door, there far back far away where nothing could be heard and where nobody normally came, there where artificial light ruled since the windows were covered with large and heavy curtains . You could smell the characteristic aroma of old paper and and the peace was exquisite. Someday she would have her house with a space like that to be able to bury herself and read, and one of her fantasies was to be able to share such a moment with whoever she would be her partner. She coming out of the crazy dreams of her followed her in reading her when she suddenly she was shaken from her shoulders making him jump with fright.

"Oh my god!" She squealed with her hand on her chest.

"I didn't think I'd find you here hahaha, nor did I think you were so scary."

That voice ... oh no ... nononono ... help. - Hehehehehe, hello Tom, what's up? - Really? what's up? Couldn't I think of anything more original ?!

—Mmmm boredom, there is, I came to read a little and I hoped to find solitude but this time I was wrong. -Fortunately...

"Aaaaa I'm leaving, it's my time to get out of here." She got up quickly, clumsily taking her things while she stuttered.

"No!" I speak quickly, "this is saying that you don't have to go, on the contrary, I would like to be accompanied ..."

—Aaaaa well, I can do that, yes, I can do it ...

She took a seat again adjusting her glasses and doing the disheveled bun on her head again, a little nervous she returned her attention to the pages and she went back into the world of her mind almost instantly .

Tom was observing her delicately, he was not expected to find her there, in fact it was very strange to him since he did not seem to him the type of girl who liked books and stuff. At that time she looked very different, she had no makeup and was dressed loosely and in her opinion more comfortable, the black plastic glasses on the bridge of her nose made her look attractive to his eyes and those brown orbs buried in the letters that they chased. they were, without a doubt, the most beautiful in the world.

A smile crept across his lips and she grabbed a book to pretend to read while she continued to analyze the girl in front of him. She was oblivious to the scan they did so she just reproached herself against the bookshelf while she kept turning page by page. This cycle was repeated until Tom sat next to her, shoulder to shoulder from her.

His mind was in limbo, he couldn't process anything, he was just looking for the right opportunity to get closer without being uncomfortable; And that aroma, if that aroma of coffee with milk and vanilla drove him crazy, he did not know how but that smell always came from her and he loved that.

"Coffee ..." he murmured quite loudly.

-Hey?

He came to himself quickly and settled himself upright. —I said if you would like to go have a coffee with me hahaha. Scratching the back of his neck, he scolded himself for having so much loose mouth.

—Of course, why not, coffee sounds good, I want a coffee with milk and vanilla ... are we going to get it?

-Yep! Let's go get that coffee.

He jumped to his feet, reaching out for her to help her up. The touch of her hands seemed the most comfortable thing in the world, so much so that he did not let go of her all the way to the door of the great library.

They came out between knowing giggles and rosy cheeks from both of them.

"I know a place close by, super good, the best latte you'll ever find!" He jumped on the spot.

"Well, let's go find it, I'm looking forward to a well loaded one."

In a few minutes they arrived at the place, they looked like a couple of years because of the combinations of their clothes, not to mention that she was wearing the sweatshirt that he had lent her weeks ago, the fact is that it is matching with the tracksuit that he was wearing while the rest of their clothes were completely white, they looked so complemented that many people took photos of them and looked at them with smiles and murmured comments. Many compared them to those Tumblr couple clothing models that were on Instagram or Pinterest.

"Well here we are, let me help you ..." he quickly opened the chair for her so that she could sit down.

"G .. thank you ...

"Well, good afternoon, what are you going to ask for?"

"Please, an American with ice and a latte and vanilla." He smiled as he placed the order.

"Are they going to want something else?"

"Yes, a tomato, lettuce, mayonnaise and cheese sandwich."

"Noted, if you like something else, just raise your hand, okay?" Permission.

Both of them looked at each other for seconds that seemed like minutes, maybe hours, but in reality it was only a moment of leaks.

"And this ... how was the race? How's everything going? ... I think you have exams soon, right?"

—Yes… I was studying a little before you arrived, I already have everything expired so I feel good about it.

"I'm glad I didn't interrupt your study, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, of course, and two and three if you want too ..."

"Here are your coffees and the sandwich ..." I put the aforementioned on the table, "enjoy."

"Thank you." They both spoke in time with a smile; Product to this as much as the waitress and the rest of the place sounded an "aww" loaded with cuteness.

Both look at the situation with confused faces and let him pass to continue with his talk.

"Well, what was your question?" She takes a sip of his coffee.

"Why did you choose to be a teacher when you were little?"

-I'm being sincere?

"Please ..." he encouraged her with a wave of his hand.

- I love children, that is the truth, there is nothing more pure and beautiful than a child, they are the personification of peace and innocence, besides that you can educate them and take them easily and well, I just like them.

-Interesting...

-Really?

—Well yes, normally half of those who work in this is because they need the job or they simply couldn't get where they wanted to.

"Are you part of them?" He bit down on the sandwich eagerly.

He looked at her laughing at the grimace she had made when biting the bread and denied, "No, I do it for the same thing as you, I like children and despite being unruly, they are a love when you meet and share with them. .

At that moment a pleasant heat fell from sopeton on Diana's chest, she could not help but smile tenderly. Is that since she was in the library she did not know how the hell her crush was with her right at that time talking and joking and laughing. Her cell phone rang pulling it out of the bubble she was carrying and she grunted looking at the device.

"Aish, I have to go…" She revealed her best scolded puppy face.

"Well, I'll accompany you then, let's finish eating this and then we're going, okay?"

Following her words, they ate between laughter and games to end up paying the bill together half and half. They left there and took the bus to the complex where Diana lived while they talked about some of her aspirations and dreams. During the trip, without realizing it, they stuck to their shoes more than gum, and every so often they held their hands. When they got to the front of the building, they said goodbye with a big hug and bright smiles, they didn't take their eyes off even though each one was walking in the opposite direction, it was so unreal and so cute that it seemed like a hoax. In the end when they could not continue looking at each other they both turned to follow their respective paths.

"Oh my gosh, I think this is the best day of my life." - She sighed with a dreamy voice staring at the ceiling with her heart pumping fast in her chest. She felt that her cheeks might fall from her face from smiling so much.

"I think so dear, I think so, now you are going to tell me why that smile from ear to ear and why you arrive at this time." The lady looked with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms as she touched the ground with her tip of his shoe with an impressive beat.

"Oh grandma for the love of God!" She screamed this time with her heart in her throat but from her fright.

—Honey, I know I'm old but I had my glory days, so now give me a good excuse not to give you the flip-flop right now for forgetting to go to bingo with me.

"Buuuuu." He walked over to her, giving her a hug with bright eyes and his lower lip stretched almost to her chin.

—By nothing, now we're going to go upstairs and you're going to tell me everything. Come on miss — he gives her a light blow to the head and they go up the stairs.

—Ok ok, Abu 1 hamster 0

"A close score."

"I said ...

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It was already late enough, the sun was already gradually hiding and only the wake of what was once a bright day was left behind, this being pursued by the first bright trails of the stars. A click was heard inside Ingrid's head, the gears of her brain came to life and without much thought, she already had the theme of the wine house that had been proposed to her. She loved how she quickly concocted everything with anything.

She was going into her world when she felt a blow against her body, still in the clouds under her gaze and she saw several bags on the ground, at the moment she came to herself and quickly bent down to take the things from the ground .

"Excuse me, I was in the clouds. I'm so sorry, okay?" She - she was picking up at an alarming speed everything on the ground to give to the lady she had collided with.

—Quiet little one, I'm fine, nothing's wrong.

That voice could recognize her anywhere, like not being recorded in her mind her voice that lulled her every night without fail, like forgetting the only voice that she was by her side so many times.

"Nana?" Nana is you?

"Wait, how do you know ..." the woman quickly looked at Ingrid and covered her mouth with both hands making the bags return to the ground.

"Nanaaaa!" She yelled excitedly running into the arms of the woman in front of her.

—My little fluff, oh my God, what joy it gives me to know that you are alive dear ... "the lady sobbed, hugging Ingrid between spasms and whimpers," thank God you're fine, I was always worried about whether you were still alive or not, I cursed with all my soul the day they took me out of that house. Thank God, thank you for her, ”he continued, murmuring against her neck as he ran her hand delicately through her hair.

"Nana, what are you talking about?" Of course I'm alive and of course I was going to stay alive, I don't understand you. She — she hugged her tightly with the fear that at any moment she would collapse into her arms.

"Oh dear, the things you ignore, but I think it's time to catch up, sweetheart, let's go to my house tonight and I'll tell you many things you should know ...