Life in the city

7.) the day after and the day after

After staring at Maya's text for good 10 minutes, Carina had texted back about how she had hoped to see her too, and with all the guts it took, she also mentioned how she would want to repay for those three coffees in the form of three more coffees.

Carina's life in Italy wasn't something extraordinary, but it was humble. Her mama had taught her to chase her dream in every possibility while being as humble and thoughtful as possible.
Her father's ideas were different. Work and money, that's all. That's everything that mattered to him. Carina wasn't like that. Carina was like her mama in every way possible.

Sometimes, the thought that she married Aldo wouldn't leave her head. Back in Italy, she had hardly been in a few serious relationships; she always leaned towards casual sex, however, that was an after effect of when her lady love aka Gabriella broke her heart when they were in university. She never willingly made an effort into a relationship after Gabriella.

Aldo wasn't a bad man by any means, but he was the guy who had barred Carina's best friends from seeing her, he was the exact opposite of someone Carina could even imagine spending the rest of her life with. She spent so much time on just trying to remember moments with Aldo, not because she could go back to him or because she'd know how good of a husband he was. She just simply wanted to know what kept her in that marriage, why she didn't leave after being forced into a marriage.

Carina was pulled out of thoughts yet again when Amelia dropped a spoon or something in the kitchen.

"Sorrryyy, it slipped because my hands were oily...or the spoon itself was oily. I can't tell anymore." Amelia shouted making Carina giggle as she got up and made her way to the kitchen.

"Can I help you?" Carina asked leaning on the kitchen counter, hoping Amelia would say yes because of how useless she felt.

"Yeah. You can chop vegetables while I work on this sauce?" Carina nodded yes excitedly.

While being in the kitchen, the two women made some small talk here and there.

"Can I ask you something incredibly stupid?" Carina questioned carefully.

"Delucs, you can ask me anything you want, at any given momemt. Okay?" Amelia reassured.

"What- what was my job?" Carina asked, giggling a little at how freaking stupid that sounded. She didn't remember what she worked as. After giving up on medical sciences back in Italy, she studied literature here and there, she even did an art course. Nothing too serious.

"Well, that's not stupid. That's probably a very important question. You're a dancer. You used to teach at an academy, and you did some gigs here and there." Amelia replied with a smile, knowing how good of a dancer Carina was.

Carina smiled at that thought. She was a dancer. She remembered as a kid, she used to dance in the shower while her mother would rub soap on her body. She remembered when she grew up a little and her mum would cook in the kitchen, she used to go bother her, dancing around the kitchen. It was these happy memories that quite literally kept her alive. Happy memories of the most important person in her life.

Amelia and Carina soon heard the door lock click, meaning the impending arrival of the other 'best friend' would now be fulfilled. Carina looked at Amelia who gave her a reassuring nod, letting her know that it was all gonna be okay. The door opened.

"I'm home." The woman shouted making Carina squint, as the voice had sounded a little too familiar. A voice she had heard all too much in the past few days.

And then she appeared in the kitchen.

"Grinch?" Carina said, voice quite raised, as she was clearly shocked because of who stood there.