You Came to Me

22. Dione

Published: August 21st, 2021.

Word Count: 4,364

Madrid. November, 1975.

- "So he was really in the military?" Luisita asked.

- "He still is and he'll probably continue to be until they kick him out."

- "God, I wouldn't of thought that." She said as she took a sip of her fourth cosmo mule of the night.

By the grace of god, and the careful skills of Luisita, she and I had finally managed to find a table to ourselves in a part of the bar that didn't encourage anyone to come over to us.

- "It's not something I go around shouting."

- "Of course, I completely understand why you would want to keep that quiet."

- "That's not his worst trait either." I said quietly under my breath.

- "Sorry? I didn't catch that."

- "Nothing. I didn't say anything, but it is your go."

- "Oh, right. Okay.. um.. two truths and one lie.." She pondered aloud. "Got it! Okay, they are: I once almost chocked to death on a croquette, my body is always freezing, and I have a little scar on my right temple."

- "Mhm, those all seem possible." I said as I tried to sneakily see if I could notice any scar.

- "Hey! No cheating!" She exclaimed as she covered both sides of her head.

- "Well, I know for a fact that you're always freezing and you choking on a croquette seems realistic to me so I'll say the scar is a lie."

- "You are.." she created a drum roll effect on the table to raise the tension, "wrong!"

- "Again?" I sighed. "What was the lie then?"

- "I did choke, but it was on a churro."

- "That's the same thing!"

- "Don't you think death by churro would've been more embarrassing than death by croquette?" She asked.

- "How about no death?"

- "Okay, no choking on foods or dying." She declared.

- "Push up, I want to see this scar."

I sat closer to her in the booth we were in and I turned her head the opposite way. I pushed her hair back and scanned for the little scar.

- "Have you found it?" She asked.

My hand was lost in her soft, thick blonde hair and when my index finger touched her skin it felt like Luisita's body was a source of electricity that kept stinging me.

- "I think you've imagined it." I said once I had no luck finding it.

- "I definitely did not imagine it." She spoke as she took ahold of my finger and directed in the spot where it was. "It's right here, the scar didn't heal right so if you run your finger over it you can feel that it's raised."

Her hand covered mine as she helped to guide my finger to correctly feel what she was talking about. I'm sure if anyone was to have looked over they would've been confused by the sight, but it felt good to be so casual and comfortable with these, albeit minimal, touches given by Luisita.

- "I feel it now." I said as I ran my finger over the area.

Luisita turned her head to look at me again and I removed my hands from her hair.

- "So how'd you get it?" I added.

- "I.. um.. well.. I got it when I was younger." She nervously said; it was like the topic of explaining how she got it freighted her. "I haven't seen you drink."