Cigarettes for breakfast

INTRO

It's 7 months ago. Three girls riding an electric bike, around midnight, in Kunming, China. Could there be a more interesting beginning? I don't think so.to tell the truth, it's not actually a beginning, we are right in the middle of the development of the situation, personally speaking, I am running away. We are in 3 on a single bike, which will just never happen in my own country, Italy. Without helmet and not giving a fuck. Well it was quite uncomfortable, but somehow it made me feel alive, plus Kunming is the perfect city for rides: chill weather ( with occasional showering rains), flowers, trees, but also lights, skyscrapers... I'm just in love. I went out with my friend to relax a bit after a horrible time, you know, girls' stuff: dress up, sit at a table with a drink and tell the story of your life. I have to say that sometimes is like a panacea, and, even if I've known them for a short period of time, I think that S. and A. are very good friends. S. and A., exactly, I prefer to put only the first letter of their names cause I think that putting a person's whole name in a book be embarrassing, especially if the book doesn't turn out to be as good as you expected, but whatever.

So, I am with S. and A. in the terrace of an hostel, and we order our drinks (that never arrive, cause apparently waiters in here have a particular inclination in forgetting orders) and here starts the outburst. I'll start by saying that the reasons that brought us here are different: love, ambition and then me, running away as usual.

<<so start from the beginning>>says A.

<<What beginning?>>

<<after you got out the bar the day before yesterday >>

<<well, nothing, he said that he was going to come to terms with my conditions, on the condition that I accept his conditions>>it sounds like a riddle

<<which are....???>>

<<No more conditions>>

<<so what about the other?>>

<<he said that they're friends and she will accept this. We will see.>> As soon as these words come out of my mouth I read full disappointment on S.'s face, who was busy texting a moment before. She is very good at making the "this guy is bullshitting you and you perfectly know it" face, you just can't ignore it, but I show her my "wait, let me finish before killing me" face and I go on.

<<so yesterday we met and I went with him to eat something and I asked :"so what?" but he looked at me in a weird way, so I tried to be more accurate and I asked him to tell me what exactly is happening between us. He answered : " well I guess that we are together">>

As soon as I say these words loudly I just stop believing in them. Like, come on, friendship between a guy and a girl? Possible, but not if until the day before she was in love with him, like, who you think you're dealing with?

S. knows it, better than me and A., and she glances at me. Once my confession is over, it's A.'s turn.

Short digression: she came to China because of a guy, or better, an artist. I think I already said everything.

<<I can't stand him anymore>> she says<< he just does nothing. I come home, he's on the sofa, I cook, he doesn't even say thanks. What should I do?>>

<<kick him the fuck out>> I am always so impulsive

<<talk to him>> says S.