We Belong Together

(I.) One night stand

Saturday night.
With friends, we went to the most fancy discotheque in the city to celebrate my new job and friend's 25th birthday. "Woah, Tina! Are you sure we'll come in?" Lucia, my friend from childhood, small and slim, with little boobs and shorter brown curly hair asks me. I swing with my hand and laugh: "Don't worry, Lu, Eva has many acquaintances," when Eva nods: "Of course. This security guard has shorten many nights with me," she said when she pulls us over the long line of impatient teenagers, who will not even let them in. "Hola, amorcito," Eva greeted handsome security guard, who opened us door without hesitation. "You know that you're the best, right?" she said and kissed him on the cheek. "See you later," she added, then we find ourselves behind the door.
"Wuhuuuu! Party!!" Lucia shouts and began to shake with her hips. "Let's get a drink," I say. When we get to the bar, we order cocktails and we do not even have to pay, because the boss of this local, whom Eva knows, buy us this drink. "Do you know everyone at this place?" Lucia asks. I just laugh, because I know what the answer is. Eva smiles proudly and shows towards the dance floor. In the same second, there are three guys around her. Eva is a typical beauty. She has long legs, big boobs, beautiful, long blond hair and blue eyes. She's a typical Spanish girl. Her parents come from Germany, but they moved to Spain when she was 5 years old.
Well, then here am I - Cristina. I am medium height, I have blue eyes and blond hair. I am totally unobtrusive. I do not look exactly like a Spanish girl, but I am. My parents were Spanish, born in Barcelona and Sevilla. Yes, they were. About that some other time.
So, I started a new job a week ago as a teacher at one of the schools in the center of Barcelona. I am teaching the third class of seven year old aspiring and mischievous pupils, who accepted me very well.
"Tina, can we sit down a little?" Lucia asked me.
"Sure, do you feel dizzy?"
"Yeah, a little. I am not used to alcohol," she smiles. We look for a free table and sit down. Soon, Eva joins us. "Uh, I finally got rid of them," she said and sat between us. A waiter comes to us, where we order a new round. "Happy birthday Eva and congratulations Cristina!" Lucia said as we drink down in one gulp. Then we order another round. And then another. I feel the heat, so I decide to go dancing. "Are you coming with me?" I ask Lucia, when she shakes her head: "No, I will sit for a while." I shrug, then I walk to the dance floor. I look if I could see Eva, but she is nowhere. She's probably having fun with someone in the toilet.
DJ plays the biggest Latin hits and I let myself to the rhythm. I raise my hands and shake my hips. Some girls around me squeak. WTF? I think and dance on. I turn and look at Lucia, who waves at me. I wave her back when someone grabs my hips. Wow, that won't work. I turn around and I run into muscular body. First I smell the perfume. It smells so nice. I close my eyes and only then when I open them again, I look into his face. Brown hair, sparkling eyes. A beautiful smile. It is true that we are almost in complete darkness and only the disco ball illuminates us, and I cannot see him well because of it, but he look so familiar to me.
Is he my neighbor? No.
The boy from the supermarket? Not really.
Bus driver, police officer, waiter, pilot, firefighter, school caretaker, postman, singer, ice-cream seller? NO!
"I've seen you somewhere," I say. He smiles. Uuuf, it's getting hot in here.
"Maybe you are," he finally said.
Because of the loud music I only hear that. I cannot remember his voice.
"Okay, dance with me," I say and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer and we dance with the rhythm of the music. He is a great dancer.
"I am thirsty," he said - probably after about 15 minutes of dancing. I nod. He holds my hand and walks me to the last corner of the discotheque. I wasn't here yet. I look around myself. "VIP area," he said, pointing to the padded sofa on which I sat. Now I hear him better, because we are quite distant from the crowd and loud space. I go through my sweaty hair with my hand. "This looks posh," I said and smile. When he looks me in the eyes, I blush and look away. "Yeah, it is. There are usually some private meetings, betting, gambling," he said and shuts up when a waiter appeared in front of us: "Do you want to order, Mr. Lorenzo?" he asks.
Lorenzo???? Of course! Now I know from where he looks familiar to me. Jorge Lorenzo. He's a MotoGP racer. Gosh, this is soooooo awkward.
"What would you drink?" he asks me. "Ehm... same as you," I shyly say. He smiles and nods: "So bring it as usual."
The waiter nods and leaves.
I clear my throat: "So..."
"Sorry, we didn't introduce ourselves. I'm Jorge," he said, giving a hand to me. "C-Cristina, but you can call me Tina," I said and we shake hands. When we touch it feels like electricity. I just met Jorge Lorenzo! I have to tell this to my pupils on Monday.
"You're for the first time in this local?" he asks me and leans back lightly. "Uhm, no. Third time," I say. Now I remember my friends. They're surely looking for me. "I have to go," I say and stand up, but I feel the dizziness. Fortunately, he also stood up and he caught me. "OK, let me walk you," he said, when my phone beeps. I take it out from my purse and see that I receive a message from Lucia.