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«Chapter two»

«Chapter two»
What? Was it from him? Did he send me this? But... How?
What surprised me the most was how correct was his choice. I loved cinnamon coffee & sandwich of pink salmon!

"Who sent you that?" I forgot how meddler was Mary.
"My roommate" I lied.

That roommate didn't exist, I lived by myself in a little apartment in the center of London. It was very little, but I didn't have enought money for something better if I wanted to live in the center.
The situation produced me anxiety, so I ate my breakfast in not much minutes.

After that I tried to focus on my job, but I couldn't. I was hysterical. I just wanted time to go faster so I could go back home.
The door of the office opened & Harry appeared in the hallway.

"How was it?" Mary asked.
"Good, thanks" he smiled. "I said Tony that I will come back the day after tomorrow to talk before he leaves".

Tony was leaving on friday to give some conferences in New York, so I thought he was talking about that.

"And also" he continued "He said he was looking for some papers, I thought he would need help".

Mary got up from the chair inmediately & went to his office.

"Did he really need help?" I asked, knowing the answer.

Harry giggled & denied with his head.
"Was it good?" he said, looking at the Starbucks bag.

"Pretty delicious" I said "Thanks, and... I'm sorry, really. I was very nervous and..."
"Calm down, it's okay" he interrupted me "the jacked was from last season, I wouldn't use it anyways"
"That jacket it's from this season and you don't understand fashion" I laughed "But thanks for trying to make me feel less guilty"
"How do you know I don't understand fashion?"
"I know it" I smiled.

Harry smiled & put his hands on the desk and leant on it.

"Well, I'll see you soon" he said "Nice to meet you".
"Wait, how did you know name?"
"Oh, I asked Tony" he laughued while he was leaving.

When I couldn't see him anymore, I put my hands in my face & sighed.
The next three hours were very long & unbearable.

Finally, I looked at the clock & I drew a smile in my face. Time to go back home.
I put everything on my bag and left the building. My phone started ringing. It was a spanish number but I didn't know who was it.

"Hi?" I answered the call.
"Mich"
"Dad? What number is this?"
"That's why I called you. I had to change my number because I had problemd with the company, so delete the other one and keep this one, okay?"
"Fine" I said "Did you call me just for this?"
"No, I wanted to hear your voice, it's been a long time since you don't call us. You left september 2nd and it's 24th already and you just called four times"
"I'm sorry but I'm very busy but I'll try to call more I promise" I said.
"It's okay. Kisses from your mother. Take care"
"Kisses. I love you!"
"We love you too, Mich"

And the call was over. The truth was that for exception of my family & friends, I didn't miss Spain at all. I loved to live in London. More because of the weather, I loved the rain.
Also, anyone looked weird at me when I said my name. In spain being named Michelle was weird but my dad was like french & he wanted to call me like that. My sister was called Elisa, but we called her Eli.
When I was back in my home I opened the fridge following my routine, but I noticed I wasn't hungry, so I went to the sofa & watched the tv.
While I was changing channels over and over, the question popped in my head. A question that I didn't do to myself before.
Why does Harry needed a therapist?