Love Tides | ✓

five | change

η αλλαγή είναι η σύνδεση με την ψυχή

[ change is the connection to the soul ]

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Avery adjusted the computer, scowling when the "no connection" sign appeared on the screen. He pressed the keyboard in frustration, attempting that somehow he'd fix the connection problems.

No one had told him about Greece's massive internet problem, he had been struggling for hours on, trying to use the computer - and it seems Greece had won a point. Avery had even tried carrying the computer around the guest room that Martha provided for him. But it was no use, he wasn't some geeky wiz-kid who knew a lot about computers, he was a twenty-four year old, mediocre photographer with a strange obsession for pies and maps.

Pressing the keyboard one more time, Avery blew a breath of relief once the large Skype logo appeared on the screen, an upcoming call transferring to his computer. He didn't waste time and quickly pressed the "accept" button. Immediately, the white screen turned a series of colors once he noticed his mother on the other side of the call. As always, large clothing racks filled with enormous dresses lined behind her, as Michelle's - Avery's mother - face was pressed against the screen, grinning wildly.

"Hi, honey!" Grinned Michelle, waving excitedly as she got farther away from the screen, her face now on clear full view.

"Hey Mom," Avery grinned, a small smile of his own painted on his expression.

"How are you holding up there, hun, in Greece. Is it pretty? Have you made friends? Nobody is bullying you right?" Interrogated Michelle as she eyed Avery suspiciously through the camera.

Avery bit the inside of his cheek as he patted his denim-clad knees. "No mom, nobody's bulling me. This isn't middle school anymore, I'm twenty-four and yes its pretty."

"Are there any pretty girls? I mean, like you said, you're twenty-four, I want to play with little kids," Michelle pouted, smiling innocently in her son's direction as she brought her hands under her chin, attempting to make a puppy dog expression.

"If you want children so much, adopt," Avery joked. Watching his mother's face fall in disappointment.

Michelle scoffed. "I think you've gotten ruder since you arrived there in Greece. But you never answered my question, made friends, any girlfriends in the picture? Dare I say a fiance?"

"No, mom," Avery shook his head, crossing his arms as he sank in the desk seat. "No girlfriends or finances. But I made a few friends - one is Martha, she's the maid here in Mr. Bakirtzis house."

"Oh, Martha," Michelle grinned as she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "She's pretty isn't she?"

"She's seventy-two," Avery deadpanned, looking at her with a straight face. "And anyways she's not the only person I've befriended, Mr. Bakirtzis has a daughter who -"

Michelle smirked, "A daughter . . . interesting."

"What are you suggesting, mom?" Raising a brow, Avery looked at his mother suspiciously.

"I'm not suggesting anything, sweetheart. Its just this story is so engrossing. You know, I have a friend Sabrina who had the same situation as you when she went to college and she had a roommate so after that -"

"Mom," Avery groaned. "Stop playing matchmaker, I've only known Penelope for a total of four hours."

"Four hours? And you've been counting them too," Michelle smirked again.