“Mateo—”
“I mean, obviously, I know what building he’s in. I visit all the time. I just didn’t know for the rideshare company!”
“Oh.” She sighs. “So, you’ve been secretly dating Florian Richter.”
“Yes. He said so himself.”
“You know, I wouldn’t have expected that. He always seems to run in the other direction when he sees you. Chemistry is not what I think about when I think about you two.”
I wince.
Daniela doesn’t also mention that he makes about a hundred times my salary. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. But he’s a multi-seven figure NHL player, and I’m a multi-five figure massage therapist.
I can feel Daniela’s skepticism on the phone.
I inhale.
I need to be strong. For Florian.
“It’s possible that Florian and I aren’t the best actors.” I cringe. Did I just insult Florian?
Daniela giggles though. “No kidding. Acting discreetly does not mean running away from the person when you see them. Well. I suppose I’m happy for you, Mateo. I guess you’ll need some time off to look after him?”
“Well, he does have his family here…”
“Not the same as a boyfriend,” Daniela says.
I sigh. “That’s what everyone says.”
“Because everyone is smart. Please tell Florian that we’re all rooting for him to get well soon. And Mateo, what’s the amnesia like?”
“You heard about that?”
“Yes.”
“The doctor says that he will probably recover fully.”
“Good. Head injuries are dangerous.”
For a moment, I allow myself to think into the future. Will Florian’s life consist of regular appointments to assess his brain? Will he need surgery? Surgeries? And whatabout later on? When he is old and gray and perhaps his parents aren’t around to help him?
“Mateo?” Daniela asks. “Are you still there?”
“Yes,” I say. “It should probably be fine. I hope the team won’t be too sad when they wait for him.”
Daniela gives an awkward laugh. “You’re so sweet, Mateo.”
Something about her voice sounds off.
“Daniela? Is there something I should know?”
“Of course not.”
“Daniela.”
“Anyway! It was nice speaking to you!” Then Daniela clicks off.
I stare at the phone.
