Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I finish gathering all my belongings and when I stand up I visualize that Mia is talking to the teacher a few meters away. As I see that it will take time, I take the opportunity to leave the classroom and leave the building in a rush. Once on campus, I only have to walk a couple of meters to recognize the car I came in in the morning. I walk over and take an unsuspecting seat. I notice that he is upset.

- Sorry ... I should have opened the door.

May: Don't worry, nothing happens. I have to ask you a favor (I say speaking quickly).

- Sure.

May: Turn around.

He turns around and looks me in the eye, oblivious.

May: Now a friend of mine is coming so that we can go to the beach and I need you to pretend that you are just a driver.

- What?

May: As soon as you catch up with us, you go there.

- I'm not going to do that (he says with total seriousness).

May: Yes.

- Not.

May: You do.

- I said no.

Answer with complete calm, managing to frustrate me twice.

May: Look ... do you do it or I tell Dad that, instead of waiting for me, you disappeared for five hours while I was in there (I manipulate, pointing to the faculty building).

- But you told me to do that.

May: But he doesn't know. And who do you think he's going to believe?

He sighs in exhaustion and I realize the small disappointment he takes from me. He turns back in his seat and says nothing more until Mia appears, sitting next to me.

Mine: Why didn't you wait for me? I was...

Suddenly he sees the new guy and he smirks at me. I shoot him a murderous look, preventing him from saying something ridiculous and just giving a little laugh, settling into place.

May: Sorry ... what are you waiting for to start?

I question in a reproachful tone, trying to relate as I always did with his kind, hoping to spare myself the absurd ideas that Mía's head could imagine. He obeys somewhat disgusted, although I prefer not to complain or start an argument. We got there in less than fifteen minutes and he got out of the car, opening the door for me. My friend is already a remarkable distance from the vehicle and is walking towards the sand. I'm about to go down when ...

- What are you ashamed of?

May: What?

- What are you ashamed of? Have a bodyguard or that the unbearable be me?

I look at him confused, being speechless at his question, while he just looks in another direction, saddened, resting one of his shoulders on the open door. It seems strange to me that he treats me as "you", although I am already used to that from all the men who work at home, none of them is so young, of an age so similar to mine.

May: Don't embarrass me.

He lowers his gaze and it collides with mine, he smiles shyly with tenderness on his face, but without noticing his teeth, making me react. "Why did I say that?" I ask myself without taking my eyes off his. Why is your smile so addictive to me? Why am I having trouble treating you like any other employee? Why did I watch him so mesmerized this morning? Although it seems absurd to me, I know that I have no answer to those questions, much less to the last three.

I abandon the car and he closes the door behind me. I walk several meters away from the car and hear his voice again.

- What time should I come? (Asks from afar).

May (I turn around): IN AN HOUR (I scream to receive another grin from him and enter the warm beach).