CHAPTER IV: The right way

* Music during reading (to feel better the atmosphere of this chapter I recommend this song in the background)

‘‘Hey! That girl looks like the one you were telling me about!’’ Said the passenger of the Aston Martin, laughing and pointing at a young blonde who stared at the driver of the elegant sports car. ‘‘Come on!’’ He continued, drawing the attention of his friend who seemed to have been paralysed without noticing the green light and the honking of the impatient cars waiting to follow their route.

Sommer released the brake and accelerated the DBS Superleggera, roaring a powerful V12 engine. He disappeared from the sight of the girl, who stood on the pavement, among the crowd of people waiting to cross the street. She has never believed in coincidences, but that everything happens for a reason, a reason for which she did not know the answer yet.

‘‘She has never believed in coincidences, but that everything happens for a reason, a reason for which she did not know the answer yet.’’

Their eyes met again, something that just a few minutes ago seemed unimaginable. There is nothing impossible for the Universe, if it has hatched something, no circumstance will be able to ruin its plans.

‘‘There is nothing impossible for the Universe, if it has hatched something, no circumstance will be able to ruin its plans.’’

‘‘What are you doing!? It’s all straight!’’ The dark-haired guy exclaimed confused, seeing that the Nordic-looking one turned to the left, thus deviating from the road that led them to the airport.

The destination of the young man at the wheel of the coupe had changed. He knew that he can miss his flight, but the other loss was far much important. Without answering his friend, who knowing him had accepted their new adventure, he headed around the block. The traffic lights seemed to be against him, turning his route into a journey of patience obstacles and a test of confidence about the fact if his trophy would still be at the finish line.

‘‘He knew that he can miss his flight, but the other loss was far much important.’’

The blonde was finishing crossing the last street to disappear behind the facades of her neighbourhood when the phone rang. Her friend who was about to leave for a new adventure abroad sent her a message, but the phone changed the paradise picture of its wallpaper into a black rectangle before she could read its content. She continued walking while the Aston Martin stopped at the same traffic light where it seemed that this story would continue again.

Searching with his eyes for the reason of that sporadic detour of route, Sommer, accustomed to achieving everything he sets out to do, refused to accept that his goal was already unreachable.

‘‘I love when you have the Spanish temperament of your mother, despite that tourist face of your dad!’’ The passenger, seemed to enjoy what had just happened.

The architect of all this looked at him and laughed, even though a completely opposite feeling was running through his body and upset his heart; With the habit of being cold and indifferent ingrained to his skin, he could not explain to his friend or even to himself what was happening to him.

”With the habit of being cold and indifferent ingrained to his skin, he could not explain to his friend or even to himself what was happening to him.”

The engine with a power capable of reaching 725 hp roared again, calling the attention of pedestrians, and rumbling like a déjà vu in the head of the girl, who had already lost sight of that crossroad. The winding lines sports car returned to its initial path, something that usually happens when the new routes do not take you to your goal: You change your route or your goal. There is no other way out.

‘‘ …returned to its initial path, something that usually happens when the new routes do not take you to your goal: You change your route or your goal.’’

It seemed unbelievable that barely 12 hours have passed since she first saw him. How was it possible that just a minute of an exchange of glances could awaken in her body more sensations than a whole year of several (un)love experiences? Accustomed to looking for logic in everything, she couldn’t find an explanation for what was happening to her. ‘‘I hadn’t even exchanged a word with that guy! How is it possible?’’ She was thinking, but what she did not know is that the deepest things have no logic.

‘‘…but what she did not know is that the deepest things have no logic.’’

The 21-inch rims of a two-door glamorous car stopped turning in front of the Madrid Airport departure gate. The young men got out of it, and hugged each other.

‘‘Take care of my baby,’’ said the Nordic-looking, this time, handing over the key with Aston Martin logo to his faithful friend.

‘‘Don’t worry, I will take care of it as it was my child,’’ he answered, returning to an elegant leather sit, but now to the driver’s one, and after playing the music on a large screen, he started the DBS.

‘‘Wine heals everything,’’ thought the girl pouring herself a glass of a French rosé of Côte de Provence. She sat on the sofa waiting for her phone, which was so hard to come to life, to turn on. Waiting was not her strong point, but the years made her more patient. Finally, the paradise pic reappeared on the screen that showed 12:02 PM, and a few notifications. Actually, the message she most wanted at this moment could not reach her, but she opened WhatsApp and saw a photo and her friend’s message.

‘‘Ava, thanks again for the bag 😍 you know I love it !!! I found this note in the small pocket, I thought that maybe it is important to you 😚😚😚 .’’

‘‘Wine heals everything.’’

There it was, what she wanted the most: The Nordic’s phone number that she had given up on. The Universe will always send you what you want, but not always the way you expect it to.

‘‘The Universe will always send you what you want, but not always the way you expect it to.’’

She took another sip of the wine and pressed ‘‘Done’’ saving on her phone the number with an English prefix.

‘‘Now, what should I do? She thought. ‘‘Shall I write to him…or wait?’’ She leaned on the back of the sofa, spinning in her head with indecision and nerves of a teenager who is about to take an important exam which will decide her future. ‘‘Okay, Ava, you have nothing to lose, but now you’re just wasting time,’’ and releasing the air she gave the ‘‘call’’.

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