When In Cuba H.S.

When In Cuba H.S.

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I sat on El Malecón feeling the breeze running through my hair. "¿Una pregunta? Estoy buscando-" "Lo siento, Soy de Los Estados Unidos." "Oh sorry, it's nice to see a fellow tourist." He was British. I continued to stare out at the water, inhaling deeply. The sound of someone clearing their throat broke my peace once again. I really didn't know why he was still standing here. It was mildly uncomfortable but he didn't sound scary. If I had the confidence to look at him he may look it though. "I'm Harry by the way." All I could offer was a small hum of acknowledgement. I had hoped that a lack of response would signal that I didn't want to be bothered. "How long are you here for...?" Apparently it didn't. The pause at the end of his sentence told me he was waiting for something. "Lina, a month." I finally managed a glance in his direction. He didn't look scary in the traditional sense. He was very attractive, something I found equally as scary. I paused, first deciding if I should ask him back, then working up the courage to do so. Those sorts of things have always been hard for me. He quirked a smile, "A month, me too. So, what brings you here?" His dimples popped and I could barely see a sliver of his bright whites. I have always had a thing for dimples. And nice eyes. His were a brilliant green. The more I studied his face, the more I noticed. He had freckles. Only a few. They weren't a very prominent feature but, he was rather close so I couldn't help it. "Lina was it?" He chuckled at my dazed features. I had zoned out. I wasn't surprised, focus isn't really my strongsuit. Those sorts of things were always hard for me. "Oh um, what? Sorry, yes. Lina. Wait, what did you say before?" He smiled again, "Don't worry about it, I have a feeling that I will find out soon enough."
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I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.

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