“Well then, you’ve won. What are you planning on doing with this victory?”
She bites her lip and squints her eyes, thinking, concentrating, and then, slowly, she starts to smile.
“I’m going to save it for later, right now I kinda want to know what you had planned in case you won.”
She winks at me and asks the waiter for the check, which she receives and insists on paying because, and I quote, “that was her portion of the date,” then, she goes to the bathroom and I panic because I actually don't have anything planned, it was just a spur of the moment thing I said without thinking… but she doesn’t need to know that.
So, I take out my phone and I text Christian, hoping he’s not asleep or at a party and he is able to actually respond.
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Well, that’s fucking fantastic, Christian is not answering, Cris will come out of the bathroom in no time and she'll be waiting for me to take her somewhere and I haven't a clue about what to do. So, I quickly open Google to try and find something close to us, but its all bars and clubs or restaurants, nothing I feel fits. Cris comes out of the bathroom and starts walking towards me, luckily my phone vibrates at that instant.
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A park? Well, I guess that's better than nothing, which is what I currently have. Fortunately its close by so we can just walk there and find a store on the way.
“Is everything okay?”
“Huh?”
I look up and there she is, looking at me and ready to go.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”
I put away my phone, put on my jacket, poke Cris’ cheek, take a second try to figure out why I just did that, notice that it made her smile and relax. We go out of the bar and we thank the waiter on the way, we start walking in the direction of the park and while we do that, Cris tells me anecdotes and stories that have happened to her everywhere we walk by.
“Damn, Cris. Is there a place in Madrid where you haven’t gone drinking or thrown a party?”
