Catch me if you can

chapter 17

Martina

*Silently, I walked to the kitchen and Pepe followed me. I felt bad. Really bad for Pepe. Mabye I should talk to him.
But he walked away as soon as he saw me coming. With my head hanged down, I moved to Mechi and started helping her.*

M: What can I do?

Me: You can do-

*Her voice quietened when she saw my face.*

Me: What's wrong? You mood changes like the weather

M: No, nothing. I'm sure you'll find out yourself soon.

...

*I was waiting outside when I saw Jorge's car stopping in front of me. He got out, marched to the other side and opened the door for me*

J: Ready to go?

M: Wow, a gentleman here

J: Yeah, let's go before I run out of the gentle

*He insisted and reached out for my hand.*

...

M: Thanks for the dinner, I should go home now so-

J: Wait, do you want to come to my house for a while? Just for a while

M: I have no other choice, right?

J: I love how smart you are

*We sat in the car and he drove us to the modern part of the town, full of from what I've heard enormous apartments. When he parked his car in the underground parking lot, we went to the elevator and he pressed one of the highest floors. His flat was at the end of the hall and we stepped in. The first room I saw was an enormous living room with a big, wide window. Taking my shoes and a coat off, I kept observing the objects everywhere, admiring and searching for something useful as a spy too.*

J: Make yourself comfortable, I will bring us some drinks

*He moved to the kitchen and I kept looking around. He had no photos on the walls, nothing that expresses him. Everything was white and clean, but without a personality.*

J: You want... whiskey? Or gin? Or any other?

M: Water please

J: You don't drink?

M: No, just ocasionally.

J: Alrighty then, here is your water sweetheart

*He handed me the glass as we sat on the couch*

M: It's very nice here. You live alone?

J: Yeah

M: Wow. What is your job? I wouldn't be able to afford this in my lifetime.

*He stayed calm, yet I could see the nervousness in his eyes.*

J: I work as a manager. You know, paperwork and that kind of stuff.

*Before I could ask anything else, the door clicked and we heard footsteps coming.*