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hen I arrive to Vialia, I see Jorge from a distant point. He is already waiting with a pair of tickets at his hand. It is dark already and amazingly it’s not many people around, although it is Sunday. I imagine it is because people have to wake up early tomorrow and college boys take this day to rest, mostly. Well, better to us.
Oh my, even without a suit he is eye-catching. With a simple dark ocean blue woolen jersey and some jeans, he is tremendously handsome. As soon as he sees me, his face changes and once again I see that part smile which I profusely love. I get close to him and I don’t know what to do. It has never happened to me, this is like when people say that after the first kiss you wonder if kissing again immediately or staying apart while watching the other face to face. But this is even weirdest. We haven’t kissed yet but...
I think Jorge notices I don’t know what to do because; he stood there waiting for me to react. He is here in front of me and, I just think to stretch my hand the way he did when we were introduced the first time. He looks down; with a smile in his face he looks at my hand and grab it kindly, driving it until his lips and, kissing it while he stares at my surprised–astonished face. He holds my hand while he approaches to my ear; he places his hand at my back and whispered something that disturbed me for the rest of the night.
“I want to make clear that, although we have to pretend there is nothing between us in front of people, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to kiss you.”
He stands apart and shows a big smile, watching my mouth wide open because of his words. I try to close it and I just manage to do it by bitting my lip. He watches the gesture and I think I passed it to him because now he is bitting his lip. He still has his hand on my back and he moves it slowly a little lower until the end of my back. If he doesn’t let me go, he will transform into the lord of the time as my heart is about to jump over his chest at any moment.
“Shall we go in?” he says so calm, like nothing happened.
I shiver inside while I walk towards the movie theater entrance, my heart beats so hard that I strongly believe my breath won’t calm down until a long term.
“Jeans and woolen jersey?” I asked him when we took our seats. He seems he doesn’t understand me. He looks at his clothes frowning his forehead not knowing what was wrong with that “I have always seen you in a suit” I try to explain.
“Out of the office I am also a regular person, don’t you like it?”
“I’ll have to see you as a regular person more times, to set a veredict, mister lawyer.”
As I finished talking, I took a pop corn out of his box and smiling watch as his reaction, which he immediately showed, actually. He quickly grabs my hand and talks to me at my ear again while he caresses my knuckles.
“If you allow me, I’ll be pleasure to show you my entire casual wardrobe, miss journalist” he says in a tremendous erotic tone pushing me to jump over him for ever and ever.
Oh... he is so... I can’t stop looking at him. Does he pretend to give me a heart attack by approaching so much to me from time to time? Seriously, what was Blue Jasmine about? It never happened to me even less with a Woody Allen movie. But Jorge is not like any other man I dated before.
A whole movie, a coffee in a bar of the area and we just rubbed our hands once in a while. It is true, we don’t want to take the risk someone sees us and goes with the story through Salamanca city. But right now, I am so disturbed that I only wonder how narrow public bathrooms could be in order to receive two persons at the same time. Although I don’t imagine Jorge in such a situation.
His phone rings and he puffs as soon as he sees who is calling, picking it up in a bad mood.
“Yes, Claudia...” he says watching me with a resignation face “...why should I tell you for something alike... ok, well... look, this is not the appropriate time, I’m sorry... very well, as you wish, Claudia, I have to hang up now, I’m sorry” and he hanged up the phone.
He sighes while he keeps the phone at his jean’s pocket and passes one hand above his hair trying to calm down.
“Everything ok?” I ask with fear of the answer, especially after his irritation face followed by hanging up.
“Someone who knows Claudia has called her, she said I have been watched with a girl walking into the movie theater few time before”.
Jorge looks at my eyes, expecting for me to scare or to be upset or something like that.
“Does she know it was me?”
“No, she didn’t know who the girl was. But I can see she is going to use blackmail to sign the divorce papers”.
“Does she want to sign them?”
“No, she doesn’t want to until we change them again” he stares at his cup of coffee and shows a sad smile “She just thought about adding some additional terms...”
“I am sorry, Jorge, I... We shouldn’t come.”
He looks at me denying with his head, upset about my words, and he stretches his arm to hold my hand strongly. I don’t get use to feel him so close and I can’t help smiling when I see we are holding hands.
“Hey, nothing happens” his voice sounds gentle and, makes me calm “We will walk around the Mazanares if necessary but, I won’t stop dating you because of that.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you troubles. I imagine how hard a divorce is per se.”
“I have the felling my divorce will be easier to handle if we stay in touch” he says with such honest smile that I almost cry of excitement. He takes out his wallet and calls the waitress to pay the coffee “Well, let’s go. I’ll take you to your car.”
“It has been an interesting casual night. I didn’t know that dating someone were something that I enjoyed so bad. I’ll try to take free time to see you this week. Have rest.”
I can’t stop reading this sort message since I received it some moment ago, laying in bed, after this first date with Jorge. Even after Claudia’s call he enjoyed been with me... If I would be told, this was going to happen when I met Jorge, I would laugh a lot. Pictures of Jorge smiling and holding hands keep messing around in my head.
I don’t know if I will see him this week or what will we do now about Claudia, and that doesn’t let me fall asleep. Sometimes, living in Salamanca sucks. Too many parties, too much art...but everybody knows each other and there’s almost no place for intimacy.
I finally fall asleep reading his message until I memorized it. It is not the most romantic message I have been sent but, it is from Jorge. And that resumes why this is that important to me.