A week after she'd settled she had made one new friend. She was a short Chilean woman just a couple of years older than her, she worked at the school as a literature teacher. They'd met a the market on a Sunday, when Dalia had gone to do her groceries and found it full of tourists trying to buy crafts the locals did. She was at a stand with beautiful fabrics, when Dalia had approached her.
"This are amazing" the blonde had said, taking a purple fabric in her hand and inspecting it closer. She hadn't expected anyone to talk back to her, but the woman smiled and remained quiet for a while, so Dalia assumed she didn't speak English.
"You're the new girl," Said the woman with the hint of an accent. "They are amazing. My mother does them. You should see the dresses you can make from the" Dalia bought some of the fabrics in different colours, she wants to redecorate the cottage, she didn't know what she wanted to do with them, but she also wanted to have them. "I'm Monica, nice to meet you" she had jet black hair and almost black eyes.
"I'm Louanne, my pleasure" she grabbed the woman's hand and shook it. They got talking about what she was doing there, where she was from. She was trying to escape life for a while, which was partially true, and was from London, which was a total lie.
After the marked closed, they walked around the town for a while; Monica told her everything there was to know about the island, which she had said 'wasn't much'. When Dalia had asked her if there was a job she could apply for, Monica had told her that she could ask in the school if there was a vacancy for her. They exchanged numbers and for a few days, Dalia didn't hear anything from her new friend.
The blonde woman was just finishing up re dyeing her roots when she heard the doorbell ring. She wrapped a towel on her head and went downstairs to open the door. Monica was standing in front of her with a bottle of wine. It was only 4 in the afternoon, but the woman seemed happy, so she let her in.
"Since when does happy hour comes looking for you?" she asked laughing a little, closing the door behind her. She unwrapped her hair and let it fall on her back. It had grown a few centimetres since she'd last cut it, but she liked it like that.
"Since it comes with good news!" the woman went straight to the kitchen, looking for wine glasses, not even bothering to ask if she could. When she didn't find any, she settled for a pair of regular glasses. She had the good sense to bring her a corkscrew, because Dalia was almost sure she didn't have one. "Welcome gift" Monica said with a big smile and poured the wine in the glasses.
"Thank you very much," She answered taking a sip of the wine and moaning in approval. She knew Chilean wine was awesome, but that was something else "So, you said you had good news" she asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
"I got you a job!" the woman said and raised her glass, so Dalia put heirs up as well, cheering. "I talked to the school principal about you, he said you could teach English there, full time job. He's expecting you tomorrow at 10 in the morning. I must warn you, he does not speak the language, so I hope your Spanish is good" she was speaking fast, getting tangled up on some words, but Dalia was just amazed that that woman had gone out of her way to help her. She was used to getting things because of who she was, not out of the kindness of people's hearts.
"I am so so grateful, Monica. Really" she stopped for a second when she felt her voice wavering "How can I repay you?" She asked and her new friend waved her hand and taking a sip of her wine, as if considering a payback.
"You could go out with my brother, although he's weird. I wouldn't recommend it," Monica let out a loud laugh and shook her head vigorously "On second thought, please don't go out with my brother" at that, Dalia joined her laughing.
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72 Hours
Romance"That was so corny" That was Dalia's response. He took the bracelet and locked it in her wrist "And we've been engaged since I was 5" "Yes, I know. My parents felt the need to wait until I was in love and off age to tell me" he retorted. "See. I hav...
