Martina:Welleh *she laughs* next time no coffee for me
Jorge:Oh yeah. Sorry about that
Martina:I also had to watch out so yeah. But i have to go now. Bye
Jorge:Bye
*she turns around and she walks away. Fast i screem to her "goodluck with your job!* she only raise her hand in the air without even looking back at me.*
(Next day)
*martina's pov
Okay. I had breakfast and i am ready. Gosh lucky I only will do this roomservice for 2 weeks. Every 2 weeks something new to do. I hope that i don't have to become a maid. Because then am i in no time back in Argetine. As I walk downstairs, there was a table with alot food on it. By every scale with something to eat, was a number so i could know where i had to serve it. Somethimes i really want to hide because some people stare so much at me. I knock on a door. And a man opened the door. Wait a second. This is Mr.Blanco*
Mr.B:Ah there is the roomservice. My son? Can you please take it over for me?
??:Okay dad. I will come
*i place everything on the right place. When i look up again the door was closed. Huh?*
*jorge's pov
Hell no.
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My Summer Love (part 1)
Random(I'm re-writing this story into a new book: Blow Me Up) •• Martina, a just started artist on her way to her dreams. All she gotta do is own money to bring her album on the market. This summer she flies for the first time to Mexico City. On her way s...
