How I like my tea in the morning

A Bad Start

Violetta and I arrive at the Studio rather early so I head to the staff room, whilst she runs to Fran and Cami. They all wave at me as I walk past and I smile. Everyone is so lovely all the time it just seems too perfect.

Coming into the staffroom, I am greeted by the sounds of arguing from Gregorio and Pablo.

"I am the director and this is the final word!" Screams Pablo.

He was made director around a month ago. Antonio originally planned the decision to take a week, but it took a lot longer than he thought and it took two months to finally decide. If I'm honest I think it was his intention to appoint Pablo all along but he had to deal with Gregorio so he did it in the nicest way possible. That way was the very, very long way.

"You always throw that one in my face!" he hisses back.

He is storming out the room when he sees me in the entrance.

"You look happy today," he says smiling menacingly "Had a good night with your sisters husband?"

My face dropped. Gregorio can be so cruel, making such harsh comments with the sole purpose to hurt someone. I glare at him, letting him know I do not care what he says and that he is being pathetic.

"I get it sweetheart," he says sarcastically "Now move out of my way."

I take one step to the side and swing open the door.

"Gladly." I say smiling, which I know infuriates him. Gregorio likes to think he upsets everyone so when you are kind to him despite his harsh attitude he gets mad.

Then as I predicted he stormed out of the room seething.

"You handled that well." says Pablo coming up to me for a hug.

"Thanks." I say hugging him.

Pablo is my best friend and really understands me. Very few people really understand how delicate the topic of Maria is but Pablo does and he has always been there to pick up the pieces whenever things have gone wrong.

"Had a good morning?" I ask as I pull out from the hug.

"Not really as you could see, but it seems you have!" he picks up my left hand, "No not yet."

Almost every week this topic comes up and it always causes us to argue. We don't argue badly just enough so we are mad at one another and don't speak until the next day.

"No Pablo," I say, "Not yet and not soon."

"Really?" he says taking a seat, "If I were with you there would be a ring on that finger by now."

There it is. His new favourite line. The one that punches me in the stomach every time he says it.

'If I were with you we would have gone on a date by now.'

'If I were with you we would have gone on holiday by now.'

'If I were with you I would have mastered your tea by now.'

'If I were with you I would have spoilt you rotten by now.'

That's just a few examples. Each one of them makes my heart sink a little more. Soon my heart will be in my feet.

"You're different," I say making a cup of tea, "You are the type to rush into things if you feel they are right, whereas German likes to live in the moment. He likes to keep things slow, so he can remember everything perfectly."

"I'd still remember everything," he says sharply, "Probably better actually, my brain functions faster."

"Pablo.." I sighed.

"But that doesn't matter because he was the one you chose...."