vete. // bad bunny

1. "different"

As if I was running out of options, either I do stay or go, but the way he did smile would always take my breath away, and how his lips would wander down to places that would make me-

Gasping for air, my eyes went straight to the clock, stating I was just in time to get up. Rubbing my eyes, I gently sat up to see how bright the walls were from the light through the window, a normal day. A quiet, yet noisy day, Friday. Beginning all my mornings, I shower debating on whether pursuing my dreams or just be a homeless man on the street, then make my way to coffee, and golden brown toast with jam and honey. With grabbing my keys and bag I turned to my calendar of all different colors of ink, homework, class is at 7 am, homework is due, an essay due, 1 pm, work at 3, "that's enough of that", turning away and shutting the door behind me.

You could hear the city fully alive once you reach the world outside of your home, for me, it is an apartment, my home is in San Antonio, Texas. But I decided to travel and go to a college that's thousands of miles away, just for the dreams that I am certainly pursuing, or I would be in bed right now, and start to head my way to work. Turning on the radio I hear all the countless corridos and the latin trap, from Banda Ms to Ozuna, just a world I always loved, "aye, aye, eso cancion was de everyone's favorite Marca MP, Te Apuesto, and back from the break will hit it off con un popular artist that been on Jimmy Fallon, world-wide sensacion, y dropped a new album that it is hitting YHLQMDLG, Ba-"

Cutting it off was a call from my mom, "hello?" with her beautiful accent we continue with a conversation on each other's morning, "Mami, te extrano muncho okay? Y todo esta bien en trabajo y en colegio, pero este trafico es un otra cosa." [Mami, I miss you so much okay? And everything is good at work and at college, but this traffic is another thing.] "Yo tengo uno tia que vive cercas de Los Angeles, pero no se la numero de ella. [I have an aunt that lives close to Los angeles, but I don't have her number]. Carried on with the conversation and then made it to work, "te amo, bye".

Entering you could see the long line that was waiting for me at the counter, all the colorfulness in the clothing of each person just makes you think on how they are living, bright, meaning you're living life the way you want or to the grays, where you are just living it without actually living your life, either way, this dark green and black hopefully doesn't show that I am just barely surviving, well I am, but college, trying to be, someone. Yeah... are these people even doing their dre-

    "Mariana, andale" my manager yells, as I blink away from the deep thoughts and rushing to the counter. "You're not at the counter today, they're needing help making the coffee", ahh yes, coffee, nodding and viewing all the white sheets of orders rowing together. One by one, fewer and fewer white sheets started to disappear onto the cups of coffee. Announcing each name in front of what they decided to order. It was quite a game trying to see who could do more and who could pronounce them right, Isaiah is the one that made it up, being one of my favorite coworkers and best friend.

    Staying focus throughout each order, a constant Pink Drink was made, along with multiple shots of espresso for the people that are still struggling to stay awake, but a Vanilla Bean Frap, "that's normal, but not at this time". Applying the vanilla throughout and extra on top of the whip creme while grabbing a straw, I view the name, "that's a bit different." A name that I haven't heard before... "Benito, your Vanilla Bean Frap with extra vanilla is ready". Looking around the room I see a person stand up and walk towards my direction, wearing grey pants with crocs, a hoodie over his head with a fannel over with glasses, "okay different too..." saying to myself as I smile while he comes closer. Finally grabbing his drink, he touches my hand with it, suddenly I feel a certain warmth that covered my entire body. Looking up, viewing his eyes and his bit of stubble, to his lips that form into a smile, viewing back to his eyes, there was a short pause. Did he just feel the same thing? A bit of warmth started to grow onto my cheeks and my heartbeat started to fasten, he smiles a bit bigger, with a reply "gracias" "de nada" I reply back slowly, adjusting his glasses, he turns and leaves.

"I-" Shaken up due to all the that just happened I continued to work with the encounter replaying multiple times in my head. He's is al-

"All types of different Isaiah, I am telling you" falling onto the couch, "his look was different, his this smile was different, his eyes were different, the way we walked and left was different, even what he ordered was different, a Vanilla Bean around 12 pm?" Before he could speak I continued on having a mouthful of chips, "And we had a moment Isaiah," grabbing one of the pillows and hitting him with, " A MOMENT" pausing and laying back onto the couch, "a whole wave of warmth filled my body and his smile got bigger and I started to blush....oh my gosh, que pasa conmigo Isaiah?" Him taking a deep breath, but did you get his num-" "I think he's Puerto Rican, oh... No" cutting him off, "Then sis you ain't finna see him." Getting up and starts making his way to the kitchen, putting the pillow over my face, the moment replays once more. "Listen If that boy wanted you then he would have gotten your number, now my milk chocolate self, needs to figure out what we finna do with this place because coming to this place is a disgusting, just like yo ass drooling over a boy that you saw for about a minute". Removing the pillow I view him holding a broom in one hand and a speaker in the other. "Isaiah, really? Its already about to be 11, come on." "Girl I did not just hear that from a latina, Andale." Slowly getting up, I quickly grab the broom out of his hand while he starts to dance to nothing but murmurs of a song.

"Why are you so different? Am I even going to see you again, aye no mames", I just start brushing my teeth and sat down against the wall, the front of me was the moon and a bit of light off the city. Going to the calendar and scratch of the day that has no past. "I guess it's homework... you wanted this Mariana, now stop acting miserable, I'm almost done." Laying down to the sound of the AC blowing, all I could see is him.

  "Benito".