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I was confused by Max. He was all over me last night. He told me all those sweet things, but now he was all cold and distanced. He could not have a breakfast with me, because he had some meeting, but he said he wants to meet me for lunch around one..

"You can go hang out by the pool or on the beach.."

I wanted to hang out with him. He left and I could not believe it. Why did he invite me over here, when he is not able to hanging out with me? I took my bathing suit and went to lay by the pool. The sun was very hot and I felt it burning on my skin.

"Good morning.." The female voice interrupted my peace. I put my sunglasses down to have a better look. It was Laures.  She was standing by the edge of the pool dressed in her zebra print monokinis with that same stupid hat on her head. I gave her a fake smile and I closed my eyes again. I heard her jump in to the water and swimming around. I had a feeling that there was a reason why is she here swimming around and getting closer to me..She is like a hawk circling around the death animal's body.

"The weather is amazing, huh?" I heard her voice.

"Yes. It is beautiful." I said as much politely as I could. She was giving me a itch.

"I can not believe it, because it is still just March..Te weather is crazy." I let her talking. I was not interested in anything she was saying. I heard her cell ringing..She was talking to somebody for few minutes.

"It was Max.." She let me know when she hanged up. "He said he will be late today so I can keep you a company."

Awesome!

Laures had a small rented car - she was not living here. I sat on the passenger's seat.

"There is one great Seafood restaurant by the coast..Do you like seafood?"

She asked me as she started the engine.

"I do."

She was talking about this place like she was born here and lived here all her life. When I asked her she said that she lives in Spain.., but her sister lives here.

"In that main house?"

"No. She lives few miles up north..The owner of the house is Max's stepfather.."

"I did not meet him yet.."

"He is not here..he lives in US."

So who lives in that house? Maybe I should to pay attention to all those people at the party last night. She parked right in front of the small fish market restaurant. I liked that place. It was right on the water, decorated with the fishnets and parts of boats..

The strong fishy smell got in to my nose as we entered. We got glass of wine, some shrimps and mussels. She was talking about her work - she was an attorney and about life in the Spain. I was more interested in her personal life..

"How do you know Max?" She asked me. Is she asking me? It should be me asking her..I swallowed my shrimp.

"We met in Amsterdam.."

She raised her eyebrows. "It is a beautiful place.."

"And you?" I took that opportunity fast.

"We know each other for ever.."

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