Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

a mistake with your profession and if you are actually a failed clown," Nerea said.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Not only you force me to go out with that loser, but you provoke me as well?"

"I'm just saying that you are exaggerating," she insisted. "Steven doesn't look like a bad person. He is not the best looking guy in the world, but you're too melodramatic."

"Again," I answered turning around. "I can still choose not to show up for the date and make sure you go to bed tonight with the Vileda mop stick," I said, crossing my arms and frowning.

"Okay, okay," she said, raising her hands in surrender. "He's as ugly as you say."

She immediately vanished as if she feared I could change my mind, which I would have done without thinking too much if it had not been for those tickets.

As soon as I arrived at the restaurant, I snorted at seeing Steven getting up frantically to approach me.

"You are wonderful!" he exclaimed awkwardly.

Beyond being ugly he's also blind. That’s all I needed!

"Thank you very much," I smiled deceptively as I sat down.

"I must confess that after our last conversation I thought I wouldn't see you again, but Nerea told me you were under stress at work, and I understood why you were so unpleasant."

Me unpleasant? I'd rather say that I have shown you the path to the truth.

"Oh yes, that's it," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I had a bad day," I said, taking the only glass, full of water.

"I'll need a lot of wine to get out unharmed," I thought as I raised my hand to get the waiter's attention.

After listening to the story of his third trip to... I honestly don't remember if it was China, Kazakhstan or God knows where, because they were all equally boring journeys. In any case, wherever he was, cutting my veins with a plastic knife would have been a more pleasant torture than his tales.

"… so I had to stay in a very modest 2-star hotel. It was terrible! I almost couldn't sleep thinking about the cockroaches that could peep out from anywhere," he concluded and then he drank.

Well, that’s better. Drink. If stupid people were flowers, you would be spring, my dear.

"Maybe the cockroaches would have fled away if they had seen you," I said uninhibited, drinking more and involuntarily making him pour more wine in my glass.

"So funny!" he exclaimed laughing. "It is evident that you noticed that I worked out in the gym, despite me wearing this loose shirt."

Was he serious? I was not aware that muscles were needed to kill cockroaches. I had always killed them with the first battered slipper found in the house.

"Of course, I noticed it!" I said ironically. "Soon you will look like Ant-man," but without "man". Though, when you think about it, an ant shows more common sense.

When I looked for a waiter to order another bottle of wine, I set my eyes on a dark-haired guy who was staring at me.

"That can't be true," I whimpered inwardly as Steven laughed at his grotesque antics.

"Earth, swallow me and spit me into the Dead Sea," I whispered when I saw Adonis smiling from ear to ear.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Steven asked.

"Er… that the wine is excellent, maybe we should order more," I said immediately, trying to undo that ugly braid I had as soon as possible.

I don't even know why I'm surprised. I have so much bad luck that if I fell on my back, I would break my teeth.

"All the bottles you want! Although it would be better to keep chatting and drinking all the wine we want at home."

Are you stupid or are you snorting dandruff?

My patience had reached its limit.

"Look, Steven," I began to say.

"Hi, Maria," interjected a sensual voice with overtones so manly that it would have set on fire a snowy forest in the middle of winter.

I turned my gaze around until I met that perfect face that made me forget my cloistered nun look.

"Hello!" I exclaimed in amazement.

"Who would you be?" Steven asked frowning.

"I'm Damian Devoir," he answered directly. "The fiancé of the young lady here," he added nodding in my direction.

"What?" It was the only thing I was able to process.

"I didn't know you were engaged," Steven replied obviously annoyed.

Neither did I.

"Haven't you informed him about it, honey?" Damian asked, staring at me with that mischievous smile that made me hesitate between kissing him or slapping him in the face.

"You know, we've been dating for a short time," I lied brazenly, looking at Steven. "And... and then..."

Maria, think something clever that doesn't seem like an excuse.

"Besides, I'm the owner of the company where she works," Damian added to further fuel my embarrassment.

Here, bravo, keep going like this to fix it.

"So you are her boss," Steven said starting to get impatient.

"Let's say yes," he replied, showing his white teeth that contrasted with his slightly tanned complexion.

"But... it is clear that you are not able to give her everything she wants if she wanted to sneak out with me tonight," Steven snapped making me blush with shame.

"Yes, it’s confirmed, the guy sniffs dandruff," I thought as I got up and put the napkin on the table. My patience was over.

"Excuse me, I'll give it back to you right away," I said taking a glass of wine from one of the two diners seated next to us to empty it out on Steven who was stunned.

"Do me a big favor: get extinct!" I exclaimed placing the glass back on the table from which I had taken it. "Thank you. I'll offer you another bottle for the trouble," I whispered politely as I left the restaurant in anger.

I will