It seems like there's no way to be calm for even a second! I'm developing an unbearable aversion to these damn islands...
I just finished talking to a lawyer who barely knew English, and I have no fucking clue about Portuguese—how did he communicate with Connor then? I hope this is a magnificent hidden camera prank, and in a while, Kay will come out and tell me it was a joke for one of those stupid TV shows.
"And now, where the hell do I find an interpreter?"
When I google it, a thousand options appear. I'm tempted to communicate with the lawyer using a translator. The desire fades when I realize that a conversation as technical as that could take me hours.
I don't know why, but Ricardo's name crosses my mind. Can he speak it? From what I've seen, Portugal is next to Spain. I imagine they teach it in school. They are neighboring countries. How do they communicate otherwise?
I don't think about it anymore. I open Instagram and visit his profile.
"Oh, wow!"
I'm struck by the fact that he doesn't have as many posts as I would expect, but the design is good. I could appreciate it better if I had a better level of Spanish—it wouldn't be a bad idea to master it, considering it's my grandparents' native language. I also have many fans in the Hispanic markets who were thrilled with the EP Esencia, which featured three beautiful songs in Spanish, along with other collaborations with Latin artists.
Should I follow him? I know there are many people monitoring what I do on my social media, and they could misinterpret this action. If he's married or engaged, as his ring indicates, it could get him into trouble. Or maybe... it could boost his popularity because I'm following him.
Who are you fooling, Athena? The media would create special programs claiming that we're dating and come up with the most absurd theories to prove it. Moreover, I imagine they already know I'm around here. The people on the bus must have uploaded videos and photos of me on their social media. Others might have even live-streamed it...
"To hell with them!" I exclaim angrily.
I hit the Follow button and then the Message one.
The phone starts vibrating continuously. I was in the bathroom getting ready, and now I have to rush out. Hopefully, the problem with the plane has been resolved, and they're calling us to go back...
"Shit!" I exclaim when I see that Athena Diaz is following me and sending messages! "Oh, God! Oh, God!"
I immediately openthe app and find a thousand messages from her:
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RomanceIn the picturesque Azores, Athena Diaz and Rick del Río's lives intersect in an unexpected encounter. Athena, a talented singer and actress, seeks solace from her hectic New York life, while Rick, an aspiring writer, crosses paths with her. What s...