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"Llego el fin de semana and it feels good."

It was Saturday night and the group decided to go out to the bowling place that was located inside the big commercial mall. Linda had gone to Adira's house so they were coming together. Christopher had to stay a little longer at a meeting with his parents but he was apparently on his way as well. Zabdiel was already part of the Linda & Adira group which left me all alone with the green-eyed boy.

"This place is so aesthetically pleasing too," I said with a satisfying smile as I looked around the place.

"Ecstatic what?"

Laughing at his confused face I shook my head, "Aesthetic. Estetico."

"Oh right," he smiled. "They even sound alike, I'm so dumb."

"I haven't gone bowling in such a long time. I think the last time I went bowling was when I was in high school. Junior year to be more exact."

Erick tsked, "Where the hell does your husband take you?"

Nowhere. "The typical places, you know? He likes taking me to restaurants. Honestly, what twenty-four-year-old man is going to take you bowling? We're not kids in high school anymore."

"Quien diablos dijo que bowling es para ninos? Did he put that idea in your head?"

Subtle harsh hints, yes. "Not really."

"I'd like to meet your husband one day."

"What?" I chuckled with an incredulous glance. "Why?"

"He obviously sucked all the fun out of you." He mumbled the brutally honest comment as he looked away.

"Are you saying that I'm boring?" I asked feigning hurt. "Cause I'm not boring."

"Sure," he faked smiled with squinty eyes. "You're not boring."

"Anyway, if you actually want to meet my husband you're going to have to wait a year. He's always so damn busy. You have to make an appointment with three months in advance."

"Hablas con tanto amor," Erick sarcastically commented with another fake grin. "Tell me more about him."

"Oh shut up," I playfully rolled my eyes.

"No, really," he said with a sincere gleam in his eyes. "Behind that joke lies some truth. Does he not give you time?"

Am I really about to tell an almost stranger my matrimonial problems? Yes.

"It's been two years? It's a record honestly like how can you ignore your wife for that long? He comes home late. Can you believe that he's not even home during weekends? He always promises that he'll be home early but he never does. So what does he do now? He's taken the typical route which is to send flowers. As if that would fix anything."

"Flowers? I thought you liked them though."

"I do, don't get me wrong. I hate how he thinks that sending me flowers will fix everything. Oh, I missed our date? Flowers. It's our anniversary? Sorry, I have work but here, have some flowers. I made you cry? Sorry, here's more flowers but this time with a meaningless notecard!"

Why was I breathless all of a sudden? And why is my vision getting blurry? Why did I have to open my mouth? And why is he getting closer?

"No llores, Rosita. I'm sorry I brought it up." Erick apologetically whispered as he wrapped his arms around my body. "He doesn't deserve those tears."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm too sensitive," I bitterly chuckled into his chest. "I'm too damn sensitive."

"There's no shame in being sensitive. You have every right to feel like this. Have you talked to him about it? He makes you feel bad and I'm sorry but I don't think that's what a husband is supposed to do."