A very relieved sigh overcame him as he heard the other speak in English, it wasn’t Finnish but it was better than his awful Spanish. “Thank God you speak English.” He said with a relieved expression as he nodded. “Yes… I’ve read about this place and since I’m here I wanted to see it with my own eyes, it looks beautiful in pictures but this place is confusing, to say the least.” He finally said glancing around at the tall buildings as he wiped sweat off his forehead, and damn it was too warm for his taste.
“I’ve been told I’m good at it.” He says, shrugging. He enjoys speaking in a different language, makes him feel like he’s speaking in secret. Almost the opposite, Renzo looked absolutely used to the warm, humid weather. While yes, he did indeed hate it, it was easier on him than on tourists. “They have air conditioning, too.” He remarks, smirking. He starts walking, looking back to make sure that he is following. “’Tis this way——So, what has made you decide to come here? I always wonder stuff like that.”
"Hola," the tall man started in a thick, obviously foreigner accent. "Me puedes... Uh... Ayuda?" He tried as he tapped the other's shoulder. "Estoy buscando The... Huh... El Ateneo?" He gestured something big with both hands. "La... La libreria?" (FITE ME)
He looks at the other, struggling just to make a coherent sentence. He understands, it’s not that complicated, but he finds it amusing nonetheless. “You’re looking for the library?” He speaks, assuming they’re an English speaker by their accent, and their slip up. “I can take you there.”
“It was very cute, and yes, you did score. Like winning the hot girlfriend lottery kinda score.” She smiles wide, a common thing when she was with him – which seemed to almost constantly. She giggled, “I didn’t have that much to drink… I’m Scottish, I can hold my liquor. It’s how we cope.” A giggle bubbled from within as she felt his hand pulling her closer to him, and she couldn’t resist giving him a small kiss on his lips; soft and delicate and much too quick. Her arm wrapped around his waist as she leaned against him – partly because of the wine, but mostly just to be close. A click of her tongue was her immediate response to his words. “Shut up, no they don’t. I mean, look at this picture,” she said, lifting her phone and showing it. “That is not a hobo, that is a very cute, and sexy man in a suit. Most likely they’re jealous and I wouldn’t blame ‘em. You look good. You always look good.”
“I diiiiid.” He repeats, sounding almost proud, and his stance showing it. He shakes his head, smelling the alcohol in her breath and the shake in her step. “It’s fine to tell that to yourself, but I see differently.” He picks on her, mostly just wanting to annoy her on the topic. He’s surprised by the kiss on his lips and, as he was out of it, didn’t feel as if he had enjoyed it enough, so he moved back in to give her another. He gives a peck to her cheek before his eyes shift to her phone, and he squints once more. “A hobo in a suit.” He remarks, face pressing onto his hair to avoid the shine from the screen: His eyes were always delicate under the influence. “Do you know if they’re jealous or are you just assuming?”
A click was sounded and the picture taken, finger tapping to see and a smile erupted from her lips. “Gotcha. Ooh, that’s a nice one… Should I post it? I’m gonna post it. Caption it: cute boyfriend with wine spotted at boring work party, seeks refuge with hot girlfriend.” Her smile wide, fiddling with filters and the like, though Florencio didn’t need many. “This is cute. You’re cute. Why are you so cute?” That may have been the wine talking but – it seemed more like a fact than the liquor.
He’s frowning, and he had been from the moment she whipped her phone out. Flash, it had the flash on! From dark to blinding light, he couldn’t help but to squint. “That couldn’t have been cute, at all.” He disagrees, because he couldn’t imagine himself looking any better than a deer in headlights. “The only truth to that statement is the ‘hot girlfriend’ part. I did score.” He chuckles, leaving behind a smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered on his face. “I’m not… you’re just silly and drunk.” He states and lets a hand, the one not holding a wine glass,find it’s way onto Faye’s hip, using the pressure to pull her closer to him. “All your friends on Instagram are going to think you’re dating a hobo. I’m pretty sure they think that already.”
Diego Luna attends the International Jury press conference during the 67th Berlinale International Film Festival Berlin at Grand Hyatt Hotel on February 9, 2017 in Berlin, Germany.
Guess who’s back, Shady’s back, alright!! I barely had any good signal where I was so I am sorry I did not check up on messages: but I am back, now!! I’ll try to get everything caught up.
Florencio cannot stand having to put newspaper on his floor each time he wishes to paint, so much so that most of his floor is dirty with multiple drops of paint, of all different colors. He thinks it gives his studio a more personal look, and makes it different than the rest.
I just think that when you focus your energy in the right direction things start to work out and life surprises you in a positive way. Maybe I’m being too romantic, but it’s impossible to travel somewhere looking to fall in love with someone. Instead, when you stop looking for it, it comes to you and soon you are in love. If I didn’t have a movie right now I would be very happy doing theater.
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