When Where and How to Love

Chapter 2: An Unidentified flying Blonde Object

"AAAAAHH! SHIT, IT BURNS, IT BURNS!" Valentina shouted as she tried to shake off the coffee that was now soaking into her lucky shirt. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! LOOK AT MY SHIRT!"

"Hey, calm down, calm down, I'm sorry..."

"WHAT?! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! ARE YOU BLIND OR WHAT?" The blonde was now in a terrible mood.

"Okay, shh! Calm down, it's not that bad! It's just a spot," defended the athlete who looked on with amazement at the scene the blonde was creating.

"A SPOT? A SPOT? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A DAMN SPOT TO YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS SHIRT COSTS? DO YOU NOT RECOGNISE THIS FACE? DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO?"

"Whoa, excuse me, I'm sorry I didn't realise I was talking to the FUCKING QUEEN OF ENGLAND!" She answered while making a mocking bow.

"Well, since you're so clever, tell me what do I do now? I have a very important business meeting and I cannot present myself with this huge stain on my clothes, it's not funny! STOP LAUGHING!" She went crazy when she saw the brunette's mocking smile.

"Okay look, I just thought of an idea, listen well... Step one: you return to your house, Step two: now this one is key so listen up, okay? You get changed; do you hear me? You get changed!" Juliana continued making fun of the blonde.

"Ahh... but how clever you are!" Valentina took a deep breath. "CAN YOU NOT SEE I AM IN A HURRY? I AM VALENTINA CARVAJAL, ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PHOTOGRAPHERS IN NEW YORK. I HAVE MOSELS AND MAGAZINES LINING UP TO WORK WITH ME AND TODAY I HAVE TO CLOSE AN IMPORTANT DEAL. I NEED MY LUCKY SHIRT AND..."

"Okay, relax famous lady, come with me." Juliana said as she grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her into the store in front of them.

"What are you doing? I have to go, I'm late, and by the look of your outfit, I don't think you can afford any of the clothes in this shop, you better let me do it!"

"OH MY GOD! Oh my God" She lowers her voice because she noticed that the employees were staring at her, "Do you ever shut up? You choose something that works for you, then take it to the fitting room and change. I'll take care of the rest, okay?" Juliana told her; she had already lost her patience with the self-righteous blonde.

"What? Just choose something you say. Like something from this shop could replace my lucky shirt!" Said the angry blonde staring at the brunette.

"Well, let's see. How about this?" She showed her an expensive white shirt.

"NO."

"No? Well okay, what about this?" This time it was a black shirt with sleeves.

"Definitely not." Valentina answered without even looking at the shirt.

"And this one?" She asked, but the athletes' hands were empty.

"No."

"OK, you're not even looking!" The blonde had awakened the beast. "You've become very tiresome blondie," said Juliana, while pulling her arm and pushing her into the fitting room. "Put on this shirt, it is similar to the one you have on and voila, we're done." She left the small cubicle, leaving the blonde with her mouth open ready to protest.

"THIS SHIRT DOESN'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE MY SHIRT, THIS SHIRT IS, IS, IS..." she complained as she put it on, "Wow... it's perfect, it fits me perfectly!" She came out of the fitting room, "Hey, who would've thought that someone like you would have a good eye." She looked around searching for the brunette without luck, "Excuse me miss, have you seen the brunette who came in with me?" Valentina asked one of the girls who worked in the store.

"Who? The very pretty brunette, with an ass that makes you want to...?"

"Eh, okay, there's no need to exaggerate, have you seen her or not?" Valentina asked the employee with a pout.

"Well yeah, she left. She paid for the shirt and left."

Juliana's Apartment 11:00am

"Don't you know who I am? I am Valentina Carvajal blah blah blah." Juliana repeated as she entered her apartment ready to take a shower. "I wonder how many crazy women are out there on those streets!"

Her mumbling was interrupted by her cell phone.

"Hmmm... who will it be?" She wondered as she looked that the screen of her mobile which only read 'Brunette from the bar'. "Hello brunette!"

"Hello Beautiful! Do you remember me?"

"Mmmm yes, yes, of course, you're the girl I met in the bar." Juliana was cautiously vague.

"Yes, well done, I was wondering if you would like to meet up tonight?"

"You just have to tell me when and where baby." Juliana answered with a very mischievous smile on her face. She was just another woman who would fall into the arms of the athlete.

Juliana never learned their names, she never spent more than one night with any of them, she wasn't looking for love, just sex, it was always just sex. In Europe, Juliana had dated all kinds of women, famous, not famous, athletes, models, architects, teachers, etc, etc. Her reputation as a womaniser was well known and yet, no one denied her.

"Okay, see you later, bye." She ended the call once she had all the necessary data. "Marisa, Marisa, Marisa," she repeated. "Her name is Marisa, don't forget it, Juliana!" She told herself, but this time giving herself little blows to her forehead. "Luckily her name is not Valentina Carvajal the famous photographer blah blah blah," an image of the blonde with the blue eyes reappeared in her head as she got into the shower. "No Juliana, concentrate... Marina, Marina, no, no, it wasn't. Martina, Martina, no, no, argh what was it?"

Valentina's photography studio 1:00pm

"Very good gentlemen, it goes without saying that I demand the best from you, and in return you will also get the best from me." Valentina shook hands with several gentlemen in suits as they left the room, "See you soon."

"INES, INES, GET ME AN ASPRIN URGENTLY!" The photographer ordered her assistant.

"Here you go Valentina. Can you explain what happened this morning? Why were you so late? I didn't know how to entertain your guests."

"What happened? What happened? Do you really want to know? A fool with a muscular body, a beautiful smile and spectacular legs, thinks she can run around this city without looking in front of her!" She explained as she moved from one side of her desk to the other collecting and ordering her contract.

"Beautiful smile, spectacular legs? What are you talking about, Valentina? Can you slow down and explain yourself better?" Asked Ines.

"Nothing, nothing Ines, it doesn't matter. Any news? Were there any calls? Did Kara or my parents call?"

"No, they didn't call, the only one who called was Sara, and she said she would be waiting for you at the usual restaurant for lunch." Said her assistant as she inspected her notebook.

"FOR LUNCH? FOR LUNCH INES? How are you only telling me this now? Lunch is nearly over! My God, Sara is going to kill me!" She grabbed her things and left the studio.

The streets of Manhattan, near Valentina's studio

"Okay, where is a good place to get some vegetarian food around here?" Juliana wondered as she looked around to see what she could find. When suddenly...

"WATCH OUT!"

This time no objects flew, but a blonde who Juliana recognised and remembered very well, flew through the air.