-Aghhhh DAMN MODELS! -a young man throws away several materials he has been using.
It is clear that he is frustrated with his architecture career, it was obvious that the number of models he would have to make would be immense, and yet, he was infuriated.
-Dimas better arrive early or I'll definitely explode.
The boy leaves his apartment taking the elevator. When he reaches the ground floor, he heads directly to the bus stop. He doesn't greet any of the neighbors he encounters; instead, he gives them a look of disdain. These days haven't been good at all, and he hopes that the new milkshake shop his friend Dimas told him about can help him cool off.
-Shit, if I'm late he's going to explode, another young man muttered to himself as he ran through the streets following the route on maps.
He tries to dodge the many people he crosses paths with while praying not to bump into any of them, which would really embarrass him. After a few minutes, he manages to reach his destination, breathing heavily and meeting a rather skinny boy, but with clothes that were a bit too big for him.
(There's Gael, just as stressed as always. But it's only been 5 minutes; it can't be that bad...) the boy thought as he continued to catch his breath, which made his friend make an even more unbearable face.
-Five minutes, Dimas, FIVE MINUTES! Gael stood with his arms crossed, nose wrinkled, and a tense grimace.
He dropped his current stance and approached his friend in a somewhat threatening manner, but lost all that force when he swallowed his anger.
-Anyway, how was your day?
Dimas knew he was angry; he also knew he was holding it back and that he would hold it back again, and that worried him. (What will happen when he can't hold it back any longer?)
-Fine, fine, I think my blood sugar dropped, exclaimed the boy, who was not athletic at all and had a
noticeable bulge in his abdomen due to his well-fitted clothes.
-And yours?
-Ahhhhhhh, sighed heavily. -Friend, I can't stand making so many models anymore; it's hurting me.
He turned to the milkshake shop, thinking maybe this really was the best after all.
-I guess I need some sugar too, but just this time. I don't want the stress to make me gain weight.
They both entered the shop, feeling the air saturated with a multitude of sweet scents. This welcome made Dimas' slight belly growl, and Gael couldn't feel more disgusted.
-Don't be dramatic, live a little, just smell that, Dimas' face almost lit up smelling all those sweet aromas and almost running he approached the menu which was quite varied.
-Eh-eh excuse me, he called the attention of the boy at the register with some difficulty.
-I'd like a... he delighted in seeing all the options and for a moment lost his shyness.
-Uh, I want a large chocolate milkshake with marshmallow and a slice of red velvet.
-Ha, eating like that I don't think you'll live long, Gael's petulant voice erased his friend's enthusiasm.
-I'll just have a small strawberry milkshake and a slice of cheesecake. After completing the order, he turned to Dimas. -And I don't want to be a killjoy, friend, but I think you're letting yourself go a bit.
