After I arrived and got to my new place, I started unpacking and decided to go sightseeing. The city was beautiful. And after so long, I was feeling once again at peace.
The cafe I applied to work at was owned by a very sweet catalonian family. It was quite small, with a rustic design, so I decided to check it out before I headed back home.
'Hola.' I said entering.
'Hola. En qué puedo ayudarte?' (Hello, what can I help you with?) the boy from the counter asked.
'Soy Irina Davies.' I smiled. 'Hablé con alguien sobre la oferta de trabajo?' (I spoke to someone regarding the job offer?)
'Oh, yes, yes.' the boy said with a smile on his face. 'I'm Diego.' he said with a thick spanish accent. 'I'll let Arturo know you're here.' and with that he went in the back, leaving me by myself.
Diego was probably somewhere around 17 years old. He had brown hair and brown eyes, his skin sun kissed.
An older man was following closely behind him. 'Irina.' he gave me a hug.
Arturo was much older. He had a friendly smile, smoky grey hair and milky eyes.
'I'm Arturo.' he said while extending his hand. 'How's your Spanish?'
'I'll like to think is quite good.' I smiled.
He showed me around the cafe and told me what he'll be expecting from me. From what I understood, Diego is his daughter's son, who was currently on holiday with her husband. Sofia is Arturo's wife, which unfortunately I didn't get to meet as she caught a cold and wasn't able to come in today. Arturo and Sofia opened this cafe 47 years ago, and have been doing well since then. To my calculations, Arturo was 64 years old.
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I was now back home, getting ready to take a shower and prepare for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the day my new life starts here. Tomorrow is my fresh start.
