Unchained #Wattys2020

3. Tell me something about you

I couldn't sleep tonight. My head is full of questions and no answer seems to arrive. Why Dr D'Amato didn't add any other information? It's so strange. It's almost 6 pm, keep calm. He's arriving.
But I don't feel a good sensation.
Maybe I need a coffee, yeah, so I can get a bit of fresh air outside.
Walking outside, I realize something strange is going on. I ask my (well, Dr D'Amato's in truth) secretary to call me when Mr Atlas would have been there but she destroyed all my hopes with a few words: <<Mr Atlas isn't coming, he called about 3 hours ago but I forgot to tell you. He said that he's going to wait for Dr D'Amato to come back.>>
My chest almost exploded. I have been waiting 1 day, 24 hours, to hear that he doesn't want me as his doctor?
I look at her pretending that I'm fine. He was supposed to be the last patient of the day, so I'm taking my bag, closing the door and moving on my way back home.
I'm exhausted, I'm a stupid and I'm not professional. This wasn't a date, he didn't tell me that he doesn't like me. Maybe I made him feel uncomfortable. I don't know.
What am I saying? I just did my job, as a doctor I can't psychotropic drugs to every person that asks me for them (and, trust me, it's a huge amount of people).
I walk outside the hospital and get into my car. I start driving with no destination. Where am I going? I have never seen this street before. You know what? I'll drink something, alone. It's strange, I have never gone to a pub alone.
The pub is called Can Can, it's all red both inside and outside and is not full of people.
<< A Cosmopolitan, please>>
<<Two, and keep the change!>>
I turn my head and, surprisingly, it's Mr Atlas, sitting not far. He looks at me and smiles, like he didn't just reject me one hour before, without even calling me.
<<Mr Atlas, I thought we were supposed to meet in a different place today! It's a pleasure, but I can't accept alcool from my patients, I'm sorry>>
<< Well, technically I'm not a patient of yours. I'm sorry for what happened today but Dr D'Amato already knows all my story and I don't feel good talking about it with somebody else>> he says.
<<In this case, maybe, I can accept, but just one!>> I say, with a shy smile. He smiles too and come next to me. Sitting so close to me I can feel his smell. It's a smell I've never felt before. It's strong but I like it. I feel like a teenager when the cool boy of the school talks to her. I also am not very pretty: I have a fringe to cover my huge forehead and I wear big clothes because I don't like feeling observed. Also, I like when people talk to me because I'm interesting and not because of how I look like.
The only thing I like of my face are my eyes. I recently discovered that they are called "hazel eyes". For years I've been wondering what color they were because they're both brown and green and change when exposed to different kind of lights. When there's a strong source of light, they tend to be more green and almost yellow, otherwise they look more brownish with a thin layer of green in the middle. When I was young, my friends called me "the chameleon girl" for this reason.
<<So, what are you doing here, alone, in a place like this?>> Mr Atlas asks.
<< Technically I was going back home but I saw this big red light at the end of the street and I decided to drink something. It's been an exhausting the day at work, I don't usually do all the things that Dr. D'Amato does, I'm just a specializing doctor, so my actual job is doing what she says. Right now she decided to make me her substitute and I don't know why she gave me all this responsibilities. You can call Ginevra, anyway.>>
<< Perfect, I'm Gabriel. Anyway, if she felt to do so she probably trusts in you enough.>>
<< I hope so. I just started feeling that all my sacrifices were worth something. And you? What are you doing here, all alone, in a place like this?>>
<< I like to spend some time alone in places where I know I can't meet people that I know. It makes me feel like I'm just myself, not a multi-million company owner. Here I am just Gabriel, people don't know what I do to survive, they only know that I occasionally come here and that I'm a normal person like them. It's frustrating to see people that talk to you only because you have money and power. Here it's not like this: they don't know me, so they don't feel like I can give them something other than a good friend.>>
I didn't think that Gabriel had this kind of problems. I understand him in a certain way.
<< I'm glad to hear that. Most of the time people think that all of their problems can be solved with psychotropic drugs, like it's something magical that takes away all the pain. You are different, because you are telling me that there's actually something other than that that helps you. But yesterday you seemed very in pain after I refused your request. >>
<< Well, problems come out at night, when I'm alone in my bed. I've been suffering from insomnia for so many years and two years ago I met Dr D'Amato, who helped me with this problem>>
<<I understand. And... oh no, it's so late! I have to go back home!>>
<< You said it like you were Cinderella running away from the party, is your carriage disappearing in a few minutes?>>
<< Something like that. I'm very sorry but I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you again Gabriel, goodnight!>>
I ran into my car and boom: it wouldn't start. Really? Right now? How am I supposed to come back home?
<< Need some help?>> Gabriel says. I didn't realize he was right there and saw all this.
<< My car won't start.>>
<< I can give you a lift if you want.>>
<< Thank you but I can't leave my car here, I need it for tomorrow morning.>>
<< Don't worry about that, I'm also going back home so I can take you home before and then I will call someone to fix your car and make sure it's ready for tomorrow>>
I'm confused but that's the only way to come back home, so I accept.
He goes away and comes back in just two minutes with a fabulous car: a silver Porsche 911. He looked at me with the sweetest eyes and said: <<c'mon, let's go back home>>
I jump into the car and start thinking of a thousand reasons why I can't invite him at my home. I know that the only thing he wants is some easy sex: he doesn't have any other reason to want me. I'm not beautiful or sexy, I'm just a normal girl. He probably thinks I'm an easy prey.
<< Ok, my house is that one.>>
<< Perfect>> he parks and takes me to my door, then gives me his hand and gets back into his car. HIS HAND. He doesn't ask me anything, no embarrassing silences, absolutely nothing.
I open the door and get into my house.
Spoiler: I didn't sleep another night.