Fundamental author's note: this chapter is cheeeeeesy, it's PMS-proof, and the following will be even cheesier. Also, the only comments I'll allow – not joking here – are the cheesy ones (example: "awwww, this chapter is so long and sweet, I love it") so make sure to re-read before posting. Sorry, this is not a democracy, it's fluffyland.
Te debo un baile y no una explicación
Barcelona, 2030, November
La próxima vez que levantes las cejas de incredulidad
Que sea al mundo y no a mí condición de aturdido.
Encuentro que todo está perdido
Pero ahora que el mal ya está hecho
Lo bueno va a encontrar su oportunidad.
Ahora tú no dejes que hable.
Te debo un baile y no una explicación.
Nunca te voy a pedir que confíes en mí.
(Nueva Vulcano, Te debo un baile.)
Next time you widen your eyes with surprise,
I hope it will be for the marvel of the world and not for the stupid I am.
Everything is broken, but now that we've had our bad,
The good is going to have its opportunity.
Don't let me speak now.
I owe you a dance, and not an explanation.
I won't ask you to trust me.
It was bloody cold, and yet that place was supposed to be Mediterranean.
Barcelona looked superb, showing its unostentatious majesty to the man at the very first step down the airport bus.
Grey stone and brass decorated, fanè windows mirroring that same first impression the city had just given him, a bar at the corner of the square caught his attention. A little breather would have been well deserved.
There was a sort of tower made with sandwiches. They looked warm, tender, tasty, ultimately tempting in contrast with the cold of the street. As the old barista looked like someone whose English could have been called poor in the best-case scenario, and his Spanish was confined to scarce curses - coño, maldita, perra, and others of the same sort, nothing that could have been expendable in that specific context nor any other context of his life -, Jeong Hyeok opted for limiting himself to aiming one of the sandwiches and uttering a tentative "coffee."
Short and thin like a cigar, and furthermore adorned with just two thin ham slices – tasty, that had to be admitted -, in partnership with a simple coffee the whole thing cost him a little fortune, which romantically brought back to his mind the youthful impression he had had in Swiss: the more a place looked old and dusty, the more Europeans were prone to get mugged.
Walking out of the bar, the pianist took a mental note to not come back. Assuming that he would have stayed, which was an optimistic assumption he wasn't completely confident about. In spite of the assurances he had received in the previous days, he still didn't dare to hope.
There were several hours before the end of the working day. Not wanting to take anything for granted, he had booked a room in a small hotel near to her place. One of the many benefits of their friends' knowledge. Jeong Hyeok checked in, had a shower, changed his clothes with fresh and warmer ones, and tried to rest a little. Eyes wide open to the ceiling, thinking of her.
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