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So, all that happened since I left you at the supermarket? Tomas said, drinking from his cup of coffee with his eyes wide.

-Yes. It's not a big deal honestly ...

After the little reunion in the park, Tomas had invited Ingrid to a cup of coffee, in this case, a cup of tea for her since she did not like the dark liquid, although in a curious way she loved the smell of it. They were sitting across from each other with the little cub playing with the brunette's pants, biting and pulling them from time to time. For the first time in hours Ingrid felt calm or peaceful, she was calmly taking a cup of the good sweet liquid without having to worry about drinking it at once because they could not discover it.

–What is it that is not a big deal? After a while they kill you and you are left with nothing in the middle of a city that you don't know, and if that wasn't enough, you still don't have anywhere to sleep! -He looked annoyed at his companion- is ridiculous and irresponsible of you.

-Forgive me perfect sir but not all of us have good luck. he snorted in response.

- Such a thing does not exist, they are only scenarios that happen because. We create our own "luck" what you call it.

–"Interesting philosophy, but I will ask you a question." If we both create our luck, ¿can you explain to me why the hell I have such "bad scenes" in my life?

–That only you know, you are the owner of your actions so you must answer that for yourself.

- You are desperate. He took another sip of the liquid that was no longer so hot.

"And the sky is blue." -Smiles together.

Ingrid raises an eyebrow upon hearing such a comparison. Unable to avoid it, he begins to laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his left hand, thus showing almost the imperceptible little wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He hadn't taken the liberty of opening his mouth to laugh in years, so he quickly got tired of the action taking her stomach in his arms.

–I haven't laughed like that in years, it's refreshing. -clean his eyes with his fingers.

-Noticeable; I think one more like that and we lose you. Speaking of everything a bit, haven't you thought about where to stay? Don't you have any choice? -Take a sip of coffee.

"Actually yes, although it's a matter of good luck ..." Tomas interrupts her.

–I already told you that that doesn't exist.

"Ash doesn't matter." -he makes a gesture with his hands- he said I have a chance; I left my contact number at the school because of the possibility of a vacancy in the dormitories. But in the meantime, I have nowhere to be.

-Interesting ... I propose something. How about you stay at my house huh?

Ingrid spits out some of the tea from her mouth and looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

-Are you crazy? How do you come up with such a thing? Also, I doubt it's free, so speak up.

"Well, you got me." You see, I live alone and I have a lot of work, I never have time to clean and many times I don't get to dinner because of fatigue. So I thought with this innocent mind (note the sarcasm) that you could stay and so you help me clean up and all that.

–You are a case, but I accept. Better that than nothing.

They finished the "deal" with a handshake and left the establishment after paying. They walked a couple of blocks talking about trivial topics while they saw the puppy running from one side to the other like he was possessed. A few minutes later, with a few streets in between, they reached the favorite building. It was not a large structure, but at first glance it looked well laid out.

They took the stairs to the fourth floor due to the elevator being broken. As payment for this, Tomas had to carry Ingrid on his back because of the discomfort in her leg. They finally reached their destination, apartment number 13.

With the door open, the furry four-legged thing enters like an unbridled tornado disappeared into the hallways of the place. Ingrid gets off the other's back and walks gently, analyzing the place.

"This is disgusting." -She said while taking bags of fried foods and empty water bottles with her hands- you're a fucking pig. I don't understand how you can live like this.

–Sorry hehehehehe. - scratches the back of his neck - I'll go change and open the guest room, wait for me a moment, okay?

Saying that, he shot out from where the canine tornado was seen sneaking away, leaving Ingrid alone in that pigpen as she called it.

"Well, let's get to work."

He began to take the bags of chips and other trinkets into a black garbage bag near the couch. She took the bottles and threw them into a different bag, in turn shaking the cabinet in front of her a little with her remote until I decided to look for the cleaning tools.

Eventually he found the aforementioned behind a small shed next to the kitchen. Now, taking the same ones, he began to shake all the furniture, sweeping the foggy floor at the same time. He slid down the not-so-white curtains and opened the large glass door that led to the small balcony. For a moment he stopped to look and visualized an afternoon with the dark sky being illuminated by the artificial lights of the city. Certainly something beautiful to see.

Quickly moving his head from side to side to get out of his reverie he heard the gasp behind his back. There was the "great pig" as he had just nicknamed him with his eyes wide open looking from side to side.

–I barely disappear for five minutes and I already have a decent room, I want to cry. she said, wiping some invisible drops from her eyes with a dramatic sigh.

–Weird, I want you five meters from me.

"That's what I should tell you about the street."

–Shut up and help me, be of benefit even for five seconds. She spoke confusedly with the broom in her hands, "now we will move the furniture and clean all this mess.

Hours later...

Hours had passed since that statement. They had indeed moved all the furniture and cleaned under them, even changing the position of the decorations in the room to give it a different atmosphere or the well-known "feminine touch". This didn't stop there, though, at all. Due to Ingrid's discomfort with the filthy environment, she turned on the washing machine and put everything she found in there. From curtains and clothing, to sheets and blankets and small rugs; even the dog's toys and blankets went into the whirlpool of foam along with some of the house owner's shoes. Minutes after having put everything with chopsticks on the clothesline clinging to the plaster of the balcony, they finally decided to take a break.

It didn't take long for stomach noises to make themselves known. Ingrid sighs and gets up in the direction of the kitchen. Turn on the stove and start preparing a cheese omelette and at the same time put some slices of bread in the toaster and beat a couple of strawberries and apples to make some milkshakes. Finishing the meal, he takes her to the island for breakfast and leaves the plates with the omelette and toasts along with the smoothies to call Tomas and start eating.

She quickly looks for Kuro's plate and fills it to the top, calling the furry thing to eat.

"Wow, this is delicious." You are an expert, you have spent a lot of time taking care of a home, right? Did you do this often?

Sighing heavily Ingrid responds by putting the food aside.

-Let's say I had a hard training ....- she takes the plate and wraps it in plastic wrap, keeping it in the refrigerator- benefit, I'll go organize my things.

He walks quickly with his head down, disappearing down the hall at full speed.

–I think I screwed up my friend, what do you say?

The little animal responds with a bark accompanied by a low growl, going out in the direction of the balcony to lie on its back.

-I suppose it's a yes ...

9:30 pm

Tomas was walking down the hall in the direction of Ingrid's room. After the bad time he put her through, he went out and bought ice cream and Nutella. He wanted to apologize in the best possible way, so without much thought he knocked on the door waiting for an answer.

He knocked on the door three times. "Hello? Ingrid?"

-Enters. I hear you say.

He opened slowly to find the girl sitting on the carpet with a notebook in her hands.

–Sooo.

-Yes? -He said still from behind.

–Ice cream and Nutella, will you? -Lift both objects in your hands.

"Yeah sure, let me finish here." Sit down. "She points to the bed with the pen.

A few minutes after that the two of them were in Ingrid's bed eating ice cream filling it with Nutella and cookies.

"So ... I'm sorry." -pause a moment- excuse what I said earlier.

"It's okay," lick the edge of the spoon, "don't worry about that." I'm the one who takes it too personal.

"I didn't think that would bother you but I'm really sorry."

"Well, considering your words, the ice cream, and this," he lifts the spoon with the chocolate, "you're sorry."

They both smile at one point due to the face the younger had put on saying the "verdict".

"You know, it feels nice to have company from time to time," said the other, "being alone so long is boring."

–Mmm, I understand. Can I ask something?

"Sure, go ahead, ask what you want." Of course, he warned that I do not remember the underwear I put on today.

-!But what are you saying!? -He hits the other's shoulder laughing- don't be dirty.

-LOL.

-Okay. How old are you, do you work, because you live alone?

That was not one question, there were many.

–I never said one, now answer if you are so kind.

–Very fierce. As you already know, my name is Tomas Sttel, but I prefer Tom. I am twenty-eight years old and I work in a nursery. I've lived alone for a while, actually I lived with my brother but, due to work reasons, we separated.

-Interesting. So you seem to like children right?

"Yep, I love you." But now you have to be fair. Give me the same information please.

He thinks about it for a moment. -Good...

–Ingrid Woods, eighteen years old, student, I live alone.

-Okay? This, what are you studying?

-Graphic design.

-Seriously? How cool. Do you have any idea what you are going to do when you finish?

- Yes, I would like to open my own business, something simple but with several services. If you can't do it, I'll settle for working for a good company.

–Sounds good, but don't give up, if you can't at first, you'll make it later.

They spent time talking about trivial matters until 12:30 pm. Ingrid would start college the next day so she had to rest to arrive at the correct time. They still hadn't called her from the school for the possible room, but she wasn't losing hope.

–Until tomorrow Ingrid. I hope and you sleep well

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-Thanks also.

He closes the door and sits down on the floor again; This time, opening the curtains that hid the window. I rest my chin in her hands and look out with dreamy eyes

-Someday I may be happy, sooner or later but I will.

After a few hours he finally decided to go to sleep, he took his cell phone and put it on his right side on the pillow as it would be his alarm clock, he took off the airplane mode and lies on his left side. In a matter of seconds, the device behind him sounds.

-Yes?

"Where are you, you damn bitch, where the hell are you hiding?" You are not going to escape, you heard Ingrid, it is only a matter of time before you return begging for mercy. I'm going to find you and you wish you hadn't left home, you hear me! It won't last ...

The call is cut as Ingrid threw the device against the wall, smashing it into pieces just like that. Starts to shake a little and continuously gaze at the window

He cannot control the spasms for a moment, but in the end he manages to calm down. Now it was another problem to add to the list. Not to mention, he no longer had a way to communicate to the school if there was any housing opportunity.

-Shit. -I run my hand over his face- tomorrow I must trust another mobile so I spend everything.

With those thoughts, he finally flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. It would be a tough road for him to travel, but for his own comfort, it would be worth it.

Fear is what prevents us from reaching our goals.