mi osito~damm

Dos

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on my bed table. I picked it up while turning on the lamp.
" Hello, Jürgen speaking." My voice was rough and scratchy, most likely due to my lack of sleep the night before.
A girl spoke but all I heard was gibberish, "What did you say?"
The girl huffed in impatience and I could imagine her rolling her eyes over the phone. " I think I have the wrong number, you aren't my Mami."
" Yeah I think so." I answered back, my sleepy brain couldn't think of anything else to say other than to agree.
"Lo siento, adios."
"Wait! What language were you speaking?" I asked shyly, my loneliness got the better of me and I wanted this girl to stay on the phone. Her sass is kinda cute.
"K'anjobal, it's a Mayan dialect from Guatemala." She answered my question briskly.
" Are you Mayan then?"
"Obviously."
I ended up staying on the phone with this girl for more than 3 hours. In this time I managed to learn that she was 20, she just came from Guatemala 2 months ago, she goes to UNAM while living in Pachuca and that most importantly, I was starting to like her.

By the time we hung up it had been 4 hours and we were in the beginning of a tentative friendship. We made plans to meet up at a Cafe down the street from my apartment, also she had given me her number with the instructions to call again tonight or text if I couldn't call.

By the time I got off the phone with this boy I knew many things, he was kind, sweet, a professional soccer player, he is 21 and he is lonely.
He didn't straight tell me he was lonely, but he hinted and I could tell because I'm lonely myself. I'm glad I found him, I think I am starting to like him.