“Buenas noches, guapo,” she says, running her fingers through her dark brown hair.
[Good night, handsome.]
“Where’s Talia?” I ask, brushing her off.
“No hablo inglés,” she replies with a smile, just as I hear Talia approaching.
[I don’t speak English.]
As soon as Talia spots me, she drops her cup, which shatters on the floor. She curses loudly, surprising her friend at the door. I try to keep my cool.
“Talia,” I say casually after her outburst. She stands a bit away from me, her hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a nude romper. She’s still cute.Bill nuh bredda.
She glares at me. “You know, I only have one question for you.”
‘Why mi deh ya,’a that she a guh ask enuh.
“What’s that?” I respond, even though I already have an inkling, shaking those thoughts from my mind.
“Entra,” her friend says, and Talia fans herself off.
[Come in.]
I chuckle to myself; she doesn’t want me inside. But it doesn’t really matter because I’m here for just one thing.
Talia glances at her friend. “¿Por qué lo llamas adentro?” she asks with an attitude.
[Why are you calling him inside?]
“¿Así es como tratas a un visitante?” her friend snaps, defending me. I can’t help but smile internally; I sense she’s already developing feelings for me.
[That’s how you treat a visitor?]
Talia sighs.
“¿Quién es él?” her friend inquires again as she takes a seat, examining me from head to toe.
[Who is he?]
Talia rolls her eyes. “Él es mi ex.”
[He’s my ex.]
I smirk at them.
I tend to keep my thoughts to myself for various reasons, yet here they are discussing me, unaware that I understand every word. I was rude in high school, but I was undeniably smart, which is why they never kicked me out, even when I gave them plenty of reasons to.
“What’s the question?” I ask, grabbing her attention.
“Yeah, why the hell are you here?” she asks, eyeing my ring. “Leaving your beautiful wife at home.”
My smile widens.
“You don’t care about that, Talia,” I point out. Why would she be concerned about Zara?
“You’re right, I could care less. But why are you here? That’s what I want to know,” her voice tinged with bitterness and jealousy.
“I need your help with something,” I say, getting straight to the point. She shifts her weight and leans against the door. Her gaze feels like it could burn a hole through me.
