Ariana smiled as she received that last message. The first moment she saw her entering the cafeteria, she knew she was an unusual person. Also, from the time they were talking, she could tell that Celestia was not very demonstrative, and seeing her gain confidence brought a special emotion to her.
Above all, Ariana felt happy. After her last partner she thought she would not be emotionally available to anyone, but now a new opportunity was presenting itself and knocking on her door.
She thought about asking her out, although at the time of writing she backed out.
A new sense of nerves invaded and ran through her body. She needed a little more time, just a little more.
She signed the name of the table she was working at. Table sixteen? No, that wasn't right.
If she continued to forget, she was going to be fired.
The problem was that her memory was getting worse every day and she had no idea what to do about it.
BLAKE
Blake checked his cell phone about 50 times, but Ariana hadn't answered back.
However, that fact did not worry her, because during those hours she replied in brief and Blake simply assumed that she was busy at work.
What did leave her thinking was the fact that she didn't remember her name: it was all over her social networks and Ariana herself had written it on her coffee glass.
She didn't mind that I didn't know her name because she liked to be called Celestia.
The context was strange, the way they met was not normal and neither was she, but Blake had less doubts than at first.
For the first time she was feeling what her brothers had told her when they had fallen in love.
Well, it's not that she considered being in love with Ariana, but she was attracted to her in some way.
Skepticism had not left her mind despite everything. She was too good to be true.
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