Auburn Ivy runs away from her problems even if it means running away from her family, friends and familiar life. Anthony Kroff is a footballer on the rise but is lonely and lost in the new city he finds himself in. Their lives would have never inte...
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0.6 |from Sabah's hastily written notes on tissue paper: when sitting beside a hurricane|
"You have a very thick accent," Auburn told him.
"Really?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "That's the first time someone has told me about it." His sarcastic tone wasn't lost on either of us.
"Ouch, hear that often?"
Anthony nodded, "I live with a bunch of Spaniards and Portuguese who find my accent amusing to the point of hilarity."
"Its kind of cool, your accent," she replied taking a bit of the cake. "And however your roommates are, I'm sure they're better than my colleagues. Do they whisper Spanish paragraphs the moment you come towards them? No, right?"
He laughed, his grey eyes shining, "As a matter of fact, they do. All the time."
Auburn looked happy at this information while I frowned, "Oh, c'mon. Its not like us Spanish people have nothing to talk about than you guys. They might not even be talking about you. Since you don't understand, you assume it's something rude about you. Niños estúpidos!"
"What was that?" Anthony asked.
"I just called you two 'stupid kids' which you are!" I said and got up to take the other customers' order.
Auburn narrowed her eyes, "Niños estúpidos...I'll keep that in mind."
Anthony continued, "So, you're a teacher. It must be tough, huh?"
She shrugged, "Yup."
"But you don't know any Spanish," he looked confused.
"Its an English medium school. The medium of instruction is English. The students are quite fluent in English. They just seem to hate me for some reason."
"Are your classes boring?" Trust the guy to say something like this. If I wasn't so busy I would have smacked his head right there.
"Oh so its my fault?" she looked away, swallowing.
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
They sipped their cold coffee quietly, unsaid words on their lips dying in its bitter taste. Outside, the sky grew darker and the customers dwindled quickly.
"Sorry," Anthony said, looking sheepishly at Auburn who took a couple of seconds to raise her eyes to his. "I am not very good at conversations. So, I always end up saying something...wrong. Please forgive me. I used to find school awfully boring so I just assumed..."
She bit her lip, thoughtfully and frowned, "You know, I think my classes are boring. Maybe I should try to make them more interesting and fun. Maybe the kids would then like me and my classes."
"No, wait," he stopped her, clutching her slender, warm fingers in his cold ones, "stop, please. I didn't mean it that way. I'm not blaming you. I'm-"
"Its okay. I'm not angry or anything," she smiled, patting his hand. She held her chin and looked in the distance. Yes, she was melodramatic as anything. She rose from her seat and walked around the restaurant ignoring Anthony and I before finally saying, "You, Tony, are a genius. I am so going to take my class on a fun learning trip as soon as possible. If I mail the HOD tonight, I can get started with the preparations right away. Thank you, Tony. Gracias, Carlotta!"
And with that she was off, nearly running with excitement.
Anthony looked at me, awestruck.
"Don't look at me," I put my hands up, shaking my head. "That girl is a hurricane."
He gave a small smile as he looked out of the glass panes wistfully.
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