Pol Rubio, a young philosophy graduate, isn't feeling his best lately. And he usually is. Working at a dead-end job and living an unfulfilling life was not what he had envisioned his life to be. Until one night, when he recalls a previous failed rel...
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I could have chosen a better photo of Bruno to show Manuel. Maybe something more professional; something less...post-sex. But of course, I didn't. And if I'm being honest, I only wanted to show him this photo specifically. Maybe it's the demon in me, but I just enjoy letting people know that I have sex. And I have lots of it. I put my phone down on the sink and dry my hair with a towel.
I hope Manuel joins me later. It would be fun getting to know him. I don't know why but I have a soft spot for the guy. Like I'm drawn to him or something. Maybe it's because he reminds me of myself when I was younger. Or maybe I'm just a horny fucker and I find him quite attractive. I don't know.
My alarm rings and I take my meds. I spray deodorant on my armpits and I look at myself in the mirror. I take a deep breath. Maybe Manuel was right to doubt this plan. What would I even be doing? Just stand there and wait for Bruno to magically pop-up? That already happened and even then, he couldn't hear me. What if he doesn't want to be found? What if he just wants to live his life here in Rome? Without me.
Pfft. Impossible. I can't imagine anyone wanting to live a life without me. I mean, it's pretty stupid what Bruno did, to be honest. We've had plenty of arguments in the past. Still, he always came back to me...he always wanted me. But you tell him you don't love him once and he just goes crazy and walks away. Without any warning. Pretty selfish, in my opinion.
"What are you doing in Rome, Pol?" I ask my reflection. No response.
Ding.
I get a notification on my phone. It's a message from a Manuel Ferro.
"Hello. Are you already in a gay bar?"
"No. I will meet you at the food truck?"
He replies with a thumbs up. I look at the mirror and smile. Never doubt the Pol Rubio charm.
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We walk inside the Company Roma. And as soon as we enter the door, I can immediately feel some eyes staring at us. I look at Manuel who's awkwardly following me. He looks great. Too self-conscious but great. He adjusts his curly hair as we walk towards the bar. "Are you okay?" I yell at him through the music.
