IT HAS TO BE A COINCIDENCE
Viviana
It has to be a coincidence. It just has to be a coincidence- a solid one. Because in what universe does anyone randomly choose the specific preferred tastes of another.
Pepperoni pizza… strawberry drink…
I mean he could have gotten something different or one of them could have been different, but the two are my money desired things after a long day.
When I was younger, there was a time that was all I had daily- day in day out. It could fix my mood, uplifting it regardless of what or who tried to ruin it. Father used to say it was tge key to my happiness and he had not been wrong. Except in recent times, life has just been more chaotic and somehow I end the day with eating meals from Ma’am Greta before falling asleep. But as Massimo handed them to me, I couldn’t have been more grateful. I was so grateful that I almost made a mistake. It was at the tip of my tongue and all I wanted was to ask him if he would love to share the food with me… in my room.
As silly or partly normal as that might be, I am so glad I stopped myself in time.
One, I share most of my meals, let’s say every other meal out there. But in no circumstance have I willingly wanted to share my pepperoni pizza. Giving a piece to someone else felt like tearing a piece of myself out. And in those days, I would order another for the others while I would keep a small sized box to myself, one I would not share. Yes call me selfish in this scenario and I won’t deny it or try to be better.
Two, why would I invite him to my room? Why would I even think of inviting him? Just because I’m overly happy that someone else had ordered a meal for me and it had been something I needed. I honestly still don’t know mucabout him yet. All I know is that he’s Jacob’s new bodyguard. And for someone else to be a bodyguard, it means they must have trained in very harsh conditions and also they must have done very dangerous things. Dangerous things that can get me killed in a short span of five seconds. It with this understanding that I bid him a half murmured ‘good night’ and fled to my room.
And not to mention that he has been waiting in his car because I was asleep. He could have just woken me up or something, but he had left me to catch more than a full hour of sleep in his car. Who knew someone can sleep for one hour in a car. I keep surprising myself.
I send a message to Rosalia telling her I need to speak to her fast and while I wait for her to respond, I do something I don’t usually do. I arrange the pizza box and strawberry drink on the table in my hotel room and take a picture of it. Then I post it on my Instagram with the caption- Been a while, but I think I found the love of my life again.
As my finger tapped on Pot, Rosalia’s call came- it was a request for a video call, and I immediately answered.
“Strange things are happening Rosalia-“ I tell her.
Then I proceeded to recount the happenings of my day, while eating and in intervals sippping from my drink. I recounted the small things and anything monumental and of course, Massimo’s thoughtfulness was also a good part of all I told her. She tried to tease me that perhaps he likes me and I laugh like I always do. But I can’t say if that could be the case, especially with how intensely he looks at me.
But what else could?
Then I tried on the dress I shopped today and showed it to her. She nodded and clapped her approval and I had to believe that perhaps I looksd more than alright.
It was a glittering and stoned sleeveless burgundy dress. It was a little beyond my ankle and a slit so long, I was grateful it came with this equally dazzling pair of stocking that matched with the material. I scrolled through the Pinterest app on my phone for a while to see something different I could possibly do with my hair and to watch make up tutorials. At the end of the day, I had selected how I was going to style my hair but my make up supply was limited and I decided to do what I knew how with all I had. Just before I could place my phone on my nightstand, Instagram notifies me that someone just liked and commented on my Instagram post. The name is Don5 and it was a private account.
The comment read- Must be nice. I nodded. Yes it is.