When we got to the diner it was around 10:40 and my stomach was going crazy. On the walk over here, we talked and laughed and felt warm air on our bodies as the streets passed.
We each ordered pancakes witch bacon and eggs and orange juice.
"My favorite American thing is breakfast, I can eat it all day no matter the time" he said
We talked about about families and our favorite things to do and our worst fears. Although he was quite at times, when I asked him about Russia, he wouldn't stop talking. He asked where I was from and when I told him he said
" Is everyone in Colombia as beautiful as you are?"
I prayed he couldn't see the blush through my brown skin. What do I even respond to that? I thought to myself. I just kept smiling like a freak. He asked me if I missed my home in Colombia, I didn't know what to say, it wasn't really was my home. I left Colombia when I was 10 years old and I didn't really remember it much. All the memories I had were of me playing in the hot streets with Bruno right behind me, and Emelia just growing up alongside me.
When my parents realized the the situation in our Pueblo was only getting worse, we left with only the clothes on our backs. When I turned 13 we went to Colombia and I realized it was the most magical place I had ever been. The music, the food, the people, everything was so different from the life I made here in The Bronx. But I haven't been back since What happened with papi.
When I told Andrei the story of the murder and crime that happened in my Pueblito in Colombia, a genuine sadness lingered in his eyes.
"Tell me about you, why did you come here, so far from home?"
He told me about his mom and his grandpa who raised him in Russia. He said that when his Grandpa died, he knew he had to do something and help his mom. His mom had 4 sons and his dad died when his youngest brother turned 3. He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of 4 identical boys with matching perfect smiles and black hair. I smiled at the picture and he pointed to the third boy on the right.
"That's me" he said
"You all look so much alike it's crazy" he laughed and explained that they were all two years apart and that they were super close as a family.
When we finished eating he payed for everything and I was ready to fight him over the bill. He refused to let me even pay for the tip.
"Next time is on me" I said as we stood in front of my apartment building where he was dropping me off.
"Who said I want to see you again, miss Valentina?"
I looked at him with a frown and he started laughing.
He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the ground.
"Um, I don't know how to ask without being weird, can I have your phone number?"
"Of Course you can" I put my number in his phone and I grew sad because I knew he was going to leave. I was tempted to ask him to come upstairs but I didn't want him to think I was gonna give it up that easy.
"I guess I'll go now then, thanks for having breakfast with me." He smiled kindly and waved goodbye
"Wait, Andrei, come back"
When he turned back around I ran up to him and smashed my lips on his cheek. I walked back to my building and when I looked over at him he was still, watching me go inside, red taking over his cheeks and ears. I smirked to myself "I hope he likes me" was the only thing on my mind.
When I got upstairs The living room was quiet. I looked at the time and it was 2 PM. I can't believe I was out with him for that long. When I got changed into something more comfortable, I passed by Bruno's room and heard I sound I hadn't heard in a while. Crying? I couldn't believe my ears. I walked in the room and saw my big brother, the scariest, meanest, toughest big brother in the world, crying.
"Bruno, porque lloras?" (Why are you crying)
"Nothing get out of my room and leave me alone" I didn't want to press on the situation so I left.
I went to my room and Watched tv for a few hours. I looked at the pile of homework that was supposed to get done and I decided it was time to get ready for bed. I heard my phone ping. It was a text from Nadeem and it said
"I miss you ma"
"How much" I responded
"That much" His reply accompanied by a picture. I clicked on it and my eyes widened. It was a dick pic. I bit my lip and thought about how much fun we had together.
"I miss you too" I said and with that I sent him a picture of me with my boobs out. My face was not visible of course, I wasn't an idiot, but my boobs were on full view and I knew it was hot. He sent back a few heart eyes and shit.
"You're so sexy, I can't wait to see you"
He was sweet and we had a good time, but I wanted more, I wanted him to tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world. was that insane? Or isn't that what every girl wants? We weren't together or anything but I always thought he would ask me out eventually.
My phone went off one last time and I had a message from an unsaved number
"I hope you had as much fun as I did, good night beautiful"
When you realize ur a trash writer but it's too late to go back.