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A ray of sunshine enters through the window and goes straight to my face, making me wake up. Damn window! I always forget to close the curtains. I took my phone from the floor to see what time it is. It’s almost five in the afternoon, that means my job starts in an hour. I’m so tempted to call them and tell them that I have fever and I can’t go, but working it’s a good method to forget the fact that my girlfriend left me. After a quick shower I stop in front of the mirror to look at my face, “What’s wrong with you?” I tell my reflection. I’m talking alone, good, the first step to becoming a crazy single girl that will end up with 45 cats. I wouldn’t mind, I like cats.
I have to take one bus to get to my job, five minutes of ride and I’m there. Unfortunately, Los Angeles is 24/7 chaotic and there’s traffic everywhere, so five minutes become thirty.
“Sorry! I’m late!” I enter into the bar running and with no breath at all. I have to do more exercises or I will die soon.
“Juliana! You can’t be late after your free day!” My boss shouts at me while he’s eating a hamburger. God, I hate him so much.
“Sorry!” I repeat loudly. In the meantime, my colleague Sergio, is trying to keep a straight face without laughing at me.
“Fuck you!” I whisper to him as soon as I get behind the counter.
"How was your lesbian weekend?” He asks while washing some glasses.
Shit, I forgot that I told him everything about my weekend of love with my girlfriend.
“It was very good!” I nod my head and I start looking at the door praying for costumers to arrive so I will not have to talk about my sad love life.
The night passes quickly, I made like, hundreds of drinks for every type of person. There’s the old man that drinks whisky, the group of girls that drink Margaritas and talk about boys, the group of boys that drink beer and talk about how good their fucks were. Sometimes I like this job because I see every type of drama and it’s funny.
As soon as the clock marks midnight, I greet Sergio and I leave.
“The last to arrive and first to leave!” Says Lorenzo, my boss. I ignore him and I leave the place from the back door. Before going home, I stop in the alley behind the bar to smoke a cigarette. I don’t usually smoke, only when I am really stressed.
“Juliana!” A voice that I don’t know attracts my attention.
“Oh, hi!” It’s Valentina, Oliver’s partner.“What are you doing here?” She walks towards me.
“Uhm, I work here, I make cocktails!”
“So cool! Wow!”
“What are you doing at this time in this street all alone?” I ask really concerned.
“Actually I was at your place with Oliver, I’m just going back home! And I’m not alone…” She moves on the left and points out a man dressed all in black not so far from her.
“Do you have a bodyguard?” What the fuck?!
“Yes, my father wants to keep me safe, you know how dads are!” Is this girl serious? Is she famous?
“Actually, I don’t know anything about dads, mine died when I was ten!” Valentina’s face changes completely, she seems embarrassed.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was so insensitive, I’m just a rich spoiled girl that have no idea of how the world works and-"
“Ehi, stop! What’s wrong?” What is going on here? Is she crying?
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Juliana & Valentina: a different story.
FanfictionWhat can you do when the universe seems to be against you and your happiness? This is what Juliana asked to herself for months, but she doesn't know that the universe has something very special coming for her: Valentina.
