DRUNK

SERGIO

I went outside for a smoke, leaving the girls to do what they know best, gossiping. I am standing on the balcony, welcoming the refreshing atmosphere as I look at the city of Madrid. I have been so busy these past few months that I did not let myself explore it since I started living here. It is an amazing place and I think the people here are nice too, well except for Paula. That girl is hell!

As if she hears my thoughts, she walks out through the sliding door with puffy eyes and stands next to me, leaning with her elbows on the balustrade, looking ahead of us.

“Do you have a cigarette for me?” She asked. I really did not expect that.

“I do. Do you smoke?” I asked, taking out a cigarette for her.

“What do you think?” She fires the question back at me, placing the cigarette between her lips like a pro.

“I think that you are a smoker,” Obviously not! I don’t believe she smokes, but I will act like I believe she is. Oh, her dad is going to kill me.

I lit the cigarette and I watch