CHAPTER 57

CHAPTER 57

THE BOY GENTLY PULL OUT the chair for her to sit down.

The waiter, already knowing the customer, made the starters with red port wine.

— I hope you like my choice.

She held the glass as the waiter filled it halfway and directed it to indicate a toast.

— Apparently you get used to good things easily.

Karina smiled.

— There is a saying that goes:

We must hope for the best, but always being prepared for the worst...

— It's pretty typical that phrase for this moment, but I believe Agatha Christie is even happier in a quote:

— Always expect the worst, if the best comes you are in profit...

The girl smiled, it had been a while since she'd gone out with someone outside her circle of customers.

— So tell me more about yourself.

Carlos said as he stirred the wine in his glass and felt the sweet aroma of fruit fill the place.

— There's not much to say about me.

— I understand...

— And about you?

— I? I think you already know everything you need about me...

— Not everything... As I already mentioned, today is a different day for you, so I'd like to know more about what you do, of course, besides what I don't even need to mention...

— Because?

— Because whores have only one purpose.

— Who said that?

— Society tells me that every day.

— Today is not saying.

— You're not saying it now, but you've told me several times today, and you'll say it as soon as you turn your back on me.

— Only if you want, it's only up to you to accept this second chance that life has given you.

— Do you think I wanted this?

— I think, because if you didn't do anything to change, it's because you decided to passively accept your destiny, this is also a form of decision, in fact, everything that happens is a matter of choices, sometimes ours, but most of the people choose for us and we passively accept.

She looked at him oddly, but realized that even though she didn't agree with him, he was right, she was insistently given an option and she accepted it as if there were no other options.

But there are always other options...

— How can you think you really know me?

— I don't know you, but the person I work for knows you very well, has been looking for you all these years.

— And who would it be?

— Your grandfather, Walter, who's been looking for you for twenty years...