I CANT STOP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU

24

There was a knock on the door. I looked at my phone to see what time is it. Seven a.m. There are three more knocks.
"Who's it?" I asked while putting on a big baggy shirt that Jeffrey left here.
"It's Dani, open up." She says.
I open the door and she's all dressed up, with makeup and everything.
"What do you want?"
"Why aren't you dressed we are leaving soon!" She said.
"What? Where?"
"I thought you had gotten the text." She said and sat on the unmade bed and took her phone out of her bra.
"Look." she said and handed me her phone, I didn't took it though.
"Why didn't I get a text?"
"You did. Didn't you?" She asked confused. I looked at my messages. Nothing. No new messages at all. Not from Jeffrey. Not from Mom.
"Weird, get ready." She said and stood up to leave.
"You haven't told me where are we going."
"We are going to visit the city, just like you told me you wanted to do."
It made sense now. How stupid.
"Oh, okay. I'll be ready soon."

In thirty minutes or so, I was at the lobby eating breakfast with Mark, Dani, Jeff and his mom. 
I took a croissant from the little basket from the center of the table and wrapped it on a napkin, then put it in my bag for later in the day.
"Why did you put a croissant in your bag?" Jeffrey asked.
"Darling, because I can." I said.
"Well, um, darling -goddamnit- I have no comebacks right now." He said and we both giggled.

We left the table and got in a shuttle that would first take us to the Metropolitan Art Museum; our first stop.

When we got there we immediately paid for our tickets and went to the first statue exhibition.
It had amazed me of how much detail the statues/sculptures and paintings had; the colors, the texture, you could feel like everything was looking at you back.
And then. An apparition, or perhaps God himself had planned this. Who knows? The case is that, there she was.
The Ballerina.
My favorite piece of art since I was a kid. I gasped and walked towards her.
"I can't believe it," I said and then I felt someone walk up behind me "God, I think I'm going to cry."
"Chill out." Dani said.
"You don't get this." I said sounding a little mean.
"Can I at least know why are you on the edge of almost crying because of a statue?"
I took a deep breath.
"Once in elementary, back before I even moved to California, you know? Arizona. Well, my teacher told my class to choose a book from our library and make a drawing or some shit about it," I said and looked behind me, Jeffrey and Mark were listening too "and so I chose this one with a ballerina on it. And it was about a girl that danced ballet and well one day, like, an artist wanted to make a sculpture and so he picked the girl. One day she died, and the sculpture was sad, but one day when they exposed it. The sculpture of the girl smiled. The end."
"I don't know what to say." Dani said.
"It's okay." I said.
We walked for at least two more hours looking at everything, and Jeffrey hold my hand through it all, at times my head would be on his shoulder and he would kiss me.

We left the museum and there was a table with a muslim girl sitting on a chair with a sign that said "Henna 4 seven bucks!". I of course wanted to try it out, so I did.
"I'll be right back." I said to Jeffrey and his mom.
I walked up to her and said hello. She said hi back and asked if I wanted henna.
"Yes, please."
"Take a sit" she said and motioned me to take a sit.
"Which design would you like?" She said and handed me a book with different designs.
I choose one with what seemed to be flowers.
When she was half way through to be finished I was feeling awkward by not saying anything, but if I said something stupid I would have felt even worst.
"So are you from here?" I asked just to break this awkward silence.
"I live here, but I was born in Somalia." she said.
"Wow. When did you came here?"
"I moved here when I was, like, ten years old. I don't usually speak Somali any more, I do sometimes."
"Do you miss your country?"
"Yes and no."
"How come?"
"I miss the food and the freedom I had, but I don't miss it that much because we didn't have the resources we needed to have a good life like I do here." She said "Sometimes I wonder how things would be like if I still lived there, but I guess I have to choose between living here and being happy or be in Somalia and not have such a great life style, but would still be surrounded by beautifulness." She looked up, cleaned her hands on a towel she had on her lap.
"We are done! Would you like to put like a small quote or something? Maybe a name?" She asked with a beautiful smile. I felt butterflies inside me when she smiled.
"I do." Jeffrey said from behind me.
"How long have you been standing there!?" I asked surprised.
"Long enough. Can I write something on her arm?" Jeffrey asked the girl who did the henna.
"Oh, um, okay." she said and handed him the small brush she was using.
He leaned over and wrote something, his warm bread tickled me.
"Done." he said.
I looked at it and it said:
Can't stop falling in love with you. I love you K-Jeffrey.
"What does K mean?" I asked Jeffrey.
"Oh. Just, you know, like, okay."
After paying for the henna I asked for her name.
"It's Samira" she said.
And I never saw her again.
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