Lava lamp
-Wait!
Anthony's screams stop me at the exact moment of the first pedal stroke. I nail on the brakes. My right leg disengages. My body accompanies it in a direct semicircle to the ground.
-That kills me.
My little feet dance in the air. And not because I am short, but because like the good memories I come concentrated.
-I've got you. Anthony's solid hands balance me.
-Nearly. The floor rubs its hands together. Next time, murmurs the gray tile.
-I wanted to have breakfast together.
-I can't, I have to hand out cards.
-Cards?
-THE BBC. Weddings, baptisms and communions. New fashion for the rich. They're excited by eccentricism - Anthony raises his eyebrows -. Advantages of the Gold Visa. I even have a delivery song. Wedding invitations, for example, are accompanied by this melody: Since I met you, my world has been transformed from pain to love. Amaaaarrr for real. Truthdddddd....
-From sorrow to love? It doesn't fit.
-And here we go again criticizing my talent. You'll see, it really hits. Listen. To love is to arrimarrrrr to alllmas that...
-I love you, let it go.
-They didn't give me much time to compose. I will polish it. I've got the baptism one much better. When you came to me....
-You don't have to. I believe you," Anthony presses his fingers into the full width of my mouth.
-Didn't you come by car? -His perfect coat is quite disheveled.
-Parking. Away.
I laugh at his posture. It's amazing how someone with such muscular power gets shaken up with a few blocks of aerobic exercise. After the onset of the hormonal period Anthony locked himself in the gym. He needed to prove to the world that he was a guy. What a load of baloney. Handsome, intelligent and a good person he is the typical guy that girls would die for a little kiss. Sometimes I wonder if he's aware of his maddening attractiveness. And I'm not just talking about his looks. He would never fail or abandon his own. He is a loyalist of the kind that is no longer in style.
-You should use public transportation. Or a bike like me. What's that? -I stretch out my feet to pick up the paper waving above his head.
-Your paycheck for the web work. Next month you'll be on the payroll for sure. I thought you might like to cash it.
-Thank you. I say folding the corners before putting it in my tricolor fanny pack. Some people think that my taste for colors is excessive. What nonsense. Colors are the complement of shy words. They are capable of saying what the heart silences.
-Sofi, you know you can count on me. Whatever you need. I'm here.
-I'm fine. I kiss him on the cheek and the maroon colors color his jaw down to his cheeks. As I said, colors never fail. I can never thank you enough.
I point to the fanny pack with the check inside. His help in getting those hours at the agency, even my new roommate, are breaths of air for my drowning economy. And I owe it all to Anthony.
-I'm afraid the credit is not entirely mine.
-I beg your pardon?
-According to what I have heard, Blake has requested that an offer of a permanent contract be prepared for you.
-How?!
-They asked me not to say anything, but you know, there are no secrets between us," he lifted his huge shoulders in apology.
-Do you have that power?
-Before I came here, I made a couple of calls to human resources. I needed to make sure of the truth behind it.
-?Y?
-Your contract will be ready in a week. They say it's an offer you can't refuse.
-Are you sure?
Ninety-nine point nine percent. You wait anyway. I don't think he'd like to know I've gone off the deep end.
I'm left wondering. I'm not sure if I should jump for joy or wonder why on earth Blake would do such a thing. We've been living together for a few days. He doesn't know me well enough to take a gamble like this on a stranger.
-I'm leaving or the guests won't have time to listen to my song.
I drop the joke and put on my helmet. I'm really running late. And I'm as confused as a ghost on a foggy afternoon. Anthony helps me get into position. Not because I'm short, but because love is expressed in short sentences. And I, my friend, adore him.
-By the way, I invited him to the radio!
Anthony's words are lost in the sound of the wind. The truth is that when I get going, not even the Tour de France competes with my speed.
-What are you talking about!
The beeping of a Seat Leon forces me to regain my lane. And not with a few insults. We almost died of fright. Or rather, he from a scare, me, from being run over by him. He will tell me about it later. With the information he has given me I think I have enough happiness for a couple of years. And although I know from experience that it's not good to get your hopes up with unconfirmed rumors, my head is beginning to look like it's resting on that sofa with its wide wings and six four hundred and sixty euro installments. Indefinite job! In an elite agency. Wow! What do I say sofa. I say blanket and matching cushions. And the big lava lamp with blue hearts. Sensei Anselmo says they attract good energy.
Sofia, don't get your hopes up...
Sofia's unemployment line is full of illusions.
Sofia dreams do not fill mouths.
Sofia! You're going on vacation to Mallorca!