Memories"

The conversation with Marcos was a bit uncomfortable, so I didn't have any other chance but to get up from the chair, but not before grabbing the coffee that Marcos was offering. This time, I actually made it to the parking lot. With one gulp, I finished the little bit of coffee I had left, and right in front of my motorcycle was a trash can, just right to throw away the coffee cup. Oh...! There's no motorcycle, I came in a taxi, I'm so stupid, there's no motorcycle, it's not here. What am I thinking?

I run to look for a taxi, leaving the parking lot and heading out of the entire shopping center area. Ah, there's a taxi, I shout like a mad woman, just to make sure it doesn't leave. I'm lost! When I reach the blessed taxi, I tell him in a whisper to take me to the address; West Brook Estate neighborhood. He kindly tells me he'll take me there, and I don't waste any time and get into the taxi.

Heading towards my house, my head starts spinning and spinning, first because I can't rememb