28- Learn to give
And I love you too, my love - I affirmed with a silky voice, like a cat. - Seeing your freckles makes me happy.
My freckles? - She smiled and her perfectly white teeth reflected my own smile.
Your freckles… I adore them.
Skinny, you drive my whole being crazy, your skin, your waist, your hair - She confessed.
Well, I love driving you crazy, so we're even.
Even? We'll be even when I have you the way I want to have you - She affirmed, driving straight towards the city center to start ascending towards the mountains of the moor.
Yes, my love, and now that we're even, I'll choose the music for the journey.
Well, that sounds perfect.
Wonderful. James turned on the player and a song by Snow Patrol started playing from the playlist on my phone. James drives fast, he likes to ride in silence and feel the air conditioning covering his skin. Luckily, we have very similar music tastes and I heard her humming some songs. I sang happily and my mind no longer wandered far thinking about her, I only felt a deep peace and my entire body vibrated with excitement as if at any moment I could jump on her, put my tongue in her mouth, and make love to her. A song by Kings Of Leon was playing as we entered the moor and Rocío and I parked in a tourist inn for lunch, near Santo Domingo. I had saved enough money in the last few weeks in New York, and since I worked for a fashion magazine and also at El Nacional, one of the most important newspapers in the USA, doing my internships, my bank account remained stable with enough zeros for my financial peace of mind. I got out of the car and went around Rocío's car, then I hugged her again. This time without displaying any lesbian gestures in public, I simply hugged her, while a family got out of a black Toyota near us and entered the restaurant.
Hello, love - I whispered.
Hello, It's me… - Rocío sang, imitating Adele's song. I continued singing and dancing to Adele's song. As we entered the restaurant, the tables were full of travelers and the cold and sunless climate of the moor, due to the fog and dense clouds, enveloped the environment in cool tones under the luxurious lamps hanging from the restaurant's ceiling. The entire place was made of wood, the windows and walls as well, the decoration of the large walls was carved in stones, giving the impression of an ancient castle in the structure and shape of the restaurant.
I'll get the menu and take a table, okay?
Okay, Skinny, I'll go to the bathroom - She briefly looked at me with a sharp gaze and walked towards the women's restroom. I walked towards a table near the window, from which you could see, through the lookout point, the height of the mountains and the whole nature pulsating under the sky. There, in that place, I felt that my presence in her life was real and magical, because usually when we were apart, something inside me intoxicated my routine with a feeling of incompleteness, of something missing, her presence. And right here, today, above the Andes of Los Angeles, in the moor, she was with me. I no longer felt non-existent, and she was completely admired, Psyche has always been so admired.
Good morning, miss - the waiter greeted me.
Would you like to order right now?
I'll wait for my girlfriend to order, but I'd love to see the menu. Hello, thank you very much, - I replied. He was a young man, about 24 years old, clean-shaven with a soul patch on his lips and sad, melancholic, black eyes.
Perfect, miss. Today's specialty is trout in vinaigrette with Dutch salad.
I would love to try the Dutch salad and the trout!
It's delicious - he affirmed with a smile, offering me the menu. Rocío comes back from the bathroom and sits in front of the table as the waiter hands her the menu, she thanks him kindly.
Well, I want lasagna with English sauce - She affirms, reading the variety of dishes.
Perfect, my love, I'll order trout fish, fish is very healthy for my heart.
Great, my love, I love how much you take care of yourself - She says kindly. I observe her and she looks happy. After a few minutes, the waiter serves us the appetizer to the main course, French fries and various sauces along with two blackberry juices with banana shake. I noticed that two new people entered the restaurant and sat at the table in front of us. They were a heterosexual couple. The man had an unkempt beard and his arms were full of tattoos, he had something eerie in his gaze, seemed to ignore the woman and looked beyond her when she spoke and stared into his eyes. He wore a blue cap on his head. The woman had a tattoo on her neck and probably in other parts of her body, but she was covered with a brown jacket. She wore brown high-heeled boots and her long, straight hair fell curly over her rather prominent breasts. Finally, they served us the salad and the trout, and Rocío her lasagna with English sauce. The food was delicious, juicy, hot, and without too many sauces or condiments. The fish preserved the freshness of the moor's rivers, still bathed and toasted in lemon sauce. The Dutch salad moistened my tongue. After eating, Rocío and I headed to the bathroom. There, we encountered the woman who had sat in front of us. As she exited the stall, she asked Rocío for a lighter. - Do you have a lighter, girl? Sorry for the bother. - She said in a friendly tone.
Of course - Rocío searched her pockets and gave her a lighter. Then I saw her light another cigarette for herself. I didn't smoke, so I understood that Rocío probably wanted to enjoy a cigarette, as the journey to the moor was a long way and smoking brought her pleasure. I touched up my lips with my pastel pink lipstick and walked towards my girlfriend. Who now seemed to be smoking while looking out the bathroom's long and illuminated window, alongside her new nicotine companion.