I didn’t appreciate the dusty road I’m currently walking on, and I would certainly not admire the numerous people walking on it as well. The busy streets of Guatemala seem to never stop its fuss on a hot summer day. I felt like some guy stuck in a hot sauna except that it wasn’t as comfortable or private. I promised myself a decent jog but it seems that Guatemala woke up earlier than me and ruined my plan.
I arrived here two days ago in hopes of getting a relaxing vacation away from my office. According to my secretary, “ Try livin’ a life.” I didn’t get the message. How am I not living my life? I’m just doing my daily routine which is wake-up, shower,eat, work, work-out, eat, work, indulge myself on a midnight snack, and then sleep. I think that’s how my life should be, efficient and healthy. Though there are times that I find myself wanting something, craving it. It’s not ‘sex’. I get that every two weeks, and certainly not deprived. I felt so empty. So when an opportunity to get away from it all presented itself to me, I took it immediately. And… here I am in Guatemala.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful here. The people here are very nice, sometime while I was walking a day ago, people were greeting me and smiling at me like they even know me. It made me comfortable and very welcomed, and they are very accommodating when I asked for directions. The churches here are big and quite colorful. I love the sky here, it didn’t feel suffocating like it is in New York.
I quit my musings and went back to reality. It’s still hot and my shirt is still clinging to me. I breathe a sigh of relief as I saw a nearby café with a few people occupying it. I weaved my way through the crowd and into the café. It was quite small, there were at least 4 people here including me. The heat became bearable and I was thankful for the two electric fans and the ceiling fan above.
I sat myself near one of the fans. It cooled me down a bit. The waitress came to me and asked me what I would order. I felt indignant, I came here to get the heat off me. My insensitivity of others is annoying, I should have anticipated this. I looked at the waitress and put on my winning smile. She blushed.
“Orange juice, please.”
“R-R-Right away, sir.”
I can tell that she felt embarrassed with the way she stammered, her awkward retreat, and let’s not forget that blush on her cheeks.
Then I felt stiff. Someone was watching me. I looked around cautiously. I hate being starred at especially when I feel it. That doesn’t apply on presentations in the office; of course, I’m a confident man when it comes to my work.
The girl on my left wasn’t doing it, I can still feel the pinpricks of the stare. I turned my head slightly and saw the culprit, who had such wonderful black eyes. I found myself parched and unable to say anything as my mouth hung agape as I stared back.
He was slim, obviously, the flannel he wore was quite loose, but I couldn’t get past those baggy pants of his to see his legs. His face was flawless, unmarred by any blemishes accommodated with pinkish lips that were turned upward in a shy smile. His glasses looked too big for his eyes, but I could still see the dark pearls hidden behind it. His black hair was a bit messy and curly that I felt my hand twitch, wanting to ruffle it up some more. He looks delicious considering this hot climate and his loose outfit.
He looked away. I congratulated myself as his face grew red. He took a quick glance again which I noticed and smiled at him. He turned away again. And is that a pout I see?
I could hear my heart , abnormally thumping and as it drummed itself on my ears, all I can focus on was this guy seated tow tables away from my right.
In all my 22 years of living, never have I liked the idea of being looked or stared at. But I’ll make an exception for this guy.
