WE ARE THE D.S (Somos la D.S - English version)

12. THE FINE LINE

Roman

"You should try the pistachio muffin," Malton can't help but wrinkle his nose at Talissa's suggestions.

"I'd rather stick to chocolate, the last time I had a green muffin it had boiled lettuce in it."

A shiver runs down my spine just remembering the bad experience with Brinna's muffins. Ever since then I've been afraid of anything that looks green and is boiled.

"Okay, but you're a bore like Malton," Talissa moves toward the bar and orders our coffees. "Are you sure you don't want anything, Malton?"

"I can't eat if I have a date, nerves have never played tricks on me when it comes to seeing Raul and I doubt a cup of coffee or a pistachio muffin would be very good to me."

"It's not the first time you've seen Raul, why the nerves?" asks the green-eyed girl.

"I know, but always being with Raul feels like being on the edge, I get weak."

I know what he'is talking about. But thank my damn luck, the reason for my weakness no longer speaks to me.

"Oh how romantic, man! You always live on a cloud, I wish I could feel that."

Talissa's eyes pierce through me for a second, should I say anything? The thing about Malton and Raul, his personal trainer, is something I just found out about and I doubt my love background, I can contribute anything.

"And where are you meeting?" I ask simply to participate in the conversation.
"Not far from here, I have to pick him up at the central square and then, you know.... I'll enjoy my own muffin at your apartment."

"I can understand why you don't like pistachio, you prefer them banana" Malton punches Talissa and I can't help but hide my laughter.

"Don't be an idiot," Malton picks up his phone and the girl behind the bar calls Talissa, "I have a message from Raul, I think I should go now."

"Good luck with the date," I say and take the order for Talissa.

"Enjoy that toned banana!"

Talissa's voice is loud enough for the rest of the cafeteria to hear and the curly-haired boy turns into a tomato by the door.

Seconds after Malton climbs into his sports car and drives away from the place, we drive away from the coffee shop in search of Talissa's car.

It's time to go home.

After hours of touring the city with Talissa and Malton, who have offered to show me around Madrid, the day has slipped away. The sun is starting to go down and the cold can be felt in the bones by now.

We get into Talissa's car and set off in the direction of my home. I hope to find a job soon and get a motorcycle. Having to rely on everyone to carry me everywhere I go is becoming a hassle and I don't want to be one.

"Talissa," I pronounce as we stop for traffic. It wasn't a good idea to leave Madrid in rush hour on a Wednesday. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You already do, but of course you can."

"Do you have any idea why we were expelled from the D.S.? I just don't understand anything, it's been five days since all that and I still have my doubts fixed. Baelee arrived on Monday afternoon in a volcano of rage, blaming me for everything, but I honestly don't know what I've done."

"I don't know where to start with the whole D.S. thing, but if you want to know what caused Baelee to quit and you to be expelled, that's something we're still wondering about. That Monday, Baelee summoned us after lunch, you could sense that during the meal her vibe was not the same, I would even dare to say that Luttia was trying to get her to talk. The truth is that she herself decided to leave the D.S. and to cede the throne to Luttia, that obviously entailed that you would leave her as well. Even though we all wanted to know the reason, neither Baelee nor Luttia said a word."