Despacito • Marcus Armstrong

This is my problem

- Mierda! - she said, reading the last e-mail in her inbox - This can't be happening...

Tita didn't know if she was supposed to cry or to laugh out of desperation. She ended up choosing the first one, sitting on the ground, staying like that for a few minutes. She thought she had her life all figured out, but now it seemed like everything was falling apart.
She texted Catalina to meet her at her place, she needed to talk to someone, and Marcus was still sleeping.

- Hey girl, what's up? What's the hurry? - Cate greeted her when she arrived - I mean, we were together, like, an hour ago.

- This, Cate, this is my problem.

Tita showed Cate her computer screen, where she could see the e-mail the girl had received. When the other finished to read it, sat beside Tita on the couch, not knowing what to say.

- What can you do?

- I have no idea. I have no fucking idea.

- Calm down, Tita. There must be something you can do, I'm sure.

- Like what?

Both girls stayed quiet for a while. Tita thinking about her future, or her non-future, considering the situation. Catalina thinking about the best way to help her friend in this specific situation. How could she help someone who had just lost her internship?