Flores :: Carlos Sainz

Diez

"Your laundry detergent smells very nice," Eleanor said when she sniffed her top while walking to the dining table. Carlos washed her clothes after they got soaked entirely after yesterday's rain.

"Thank you," Carlos smirked.

She looked at him; he was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and his cap backwards. This is very attractive... A smile came on her face, and she looked outside. "Really can't compare this weather to yesterday," she randomly said, mostly to change her thoughts.

"I hope there are no floods. It always gets bad here," he mentioned and looked outside as well. "What do you want? I have normal coffee, I can make iced coffee, a cappuccino..."

"Iced coffee?" Eleanor turned around to look at him again.

"Of course."

"Do I need to help with something?"

"No, it's fine. It's just the coffee."

Eleanor nodded and sat down at the table. She looked outside and bit on the inside of her lip.

Usually, it would take her some time to get to know someone and to feel comfortable around that person. However, for some reason, Carlos was different. For how long do they know each other now? A month? And he was friends with benefits now. And they had a lot of sex already, while this is only their second meet-up. Shower sex, bedroom sex... They had shower sex and bedroom sex last night, and bedroom sex this morning. It felt amazing, Eleanor thought, he feels amazing.

She blinked a few times, she was zoned out. Eleanor swallowed hard and looked outside again. Her eyes fell on an airplane, it was probably about to land at the airport closely.

"There you go."

Eleanor looked at the iced coffee and at Carlos. "Thank you," she smiled.

He sat down across from her, he made himself a cappuccino. "I hope you like it," he smiled.

She took a sip. "It's perfect."

"That's good."

For breakfast, they both had a bowl with yoghurt and granola, and then the coffee.

"Can I ask you something?" Carlos suddenly asked.

"Of course," Eleanor smiled and mixed the yoghurt with the granola and fruit.

"How do you pronounce your last name?"

"Schoenmaker."

The two black eyebrows raised. "That is a sound I have never heard of before," he said and chuckled. "Repeat it." Eleanor repeated it while smiling. "How do you make that sound? It sounds so harsh?"

"Sch," she said and giggled. "Scheveningen, school, schilderij," she said, sharing the 'sch' sound. "I have honestly no idea how I can teach you to say other than repeating me."

"It sounds so aggressive." He smiled when she giggled again. "Repeat it."

"Schoenmaker." Eleanor couldn't stop smiling when she listened to his attempts to say her last name. "I will help you. You already know the German version of it: Schumacher. It's almost the same." Her eyes were slightly rounded.

"No way," Carlos said, and his face straightened. "You let me suffer from trying to make those aggressive sounds, and there's a German version of it? That I know? Eleanor," he looked hopelessly at her.

She covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. "Sorry," she laughed. "Okay," she seriously said. "You only have to add a 'n' between Schu and macher. I say Schoenmaker, you say Schun-macher." It sounded like Sjunmakker now, but this was probably the closest he would get by now.