- Wow! You are really mad. - His tone of voice was now of surprise.
I rolled my eyes, begging God for patience, because if I was given strength, I would probably kill him.
- Come on! First, I was really angry when the suitcase fell on me, I was really concentrated. But correct me if I'm lying, I apologized to you and even gave you a chocolate. Perhaps it would have helped you with your bad mood if you had eaten it.
What an asshole. He was unbelievable, why always with that mocking smile?
- Second, the fault for the bathroom incident was the turbulence, unless you think I have some kind of superpower and have control over it, blaming me has no coherence. And correct me again, but I gave you all the assistance while we were stuck in the bathroom, right? I said we, because if you don't remember, I was there too. And as for time, it was a little over three minutes. They were faster than I would have liked and the bathroom wasn't even that small, unfortunately. - he concluded with his greenish eyes fixed on mine.
But what? The more he spoke, the more my blood heated.
- And lastly and most importantly, I confess that I did know you, I didn't remember it right away, but I took the opportunity in the bathroom to clear up my doubts and see if the girl my father used to praise was really all that. And I confess that I was surprised. Positively, of course. Now I understand where so much originality and creativity comes from in those projects. - Enzo said, still looking at me and with an expression of someone who seemed to be a little embarrassed.
- Ah, look, international flight entitled to psychological analysis in the bathroom. Remind me to send an email to the airline congratulating them on the innovation. Could you. Please. Stop. With the giggle? Am I that much fun? Because if I am, there is still time to leave Architecture and move to the Stand Up comedy business. - I said looking at him fixedly.
- I'm sorry Mariana, it's stronger than me, but I didn't mean to be rude. - Now he seemed concerned about my irritation. - But although I think you would be successful as a comedian, the world of architecture would lose a brilliant professional.
How could he praise and mock me at the same time?
- You know what, never mind. The best thing I can do at this point is to be quiet.
I turned to the side and put on my headphones. Enzo got the message and left me alone, returning to focus on his laptop. I really wanted to get to the hotel fast and it would be no surprise to me if we stayed in the same place. It was all so surreal, I didn't even care anymore, I just needed to take a shower and sleep.
Arriving at the hotel, I couldn't help but be impressed with such greatness and luxury. The Italian Architecture was indeed wonderful. The lobby was huge and I managed to admire the little that my tiredness and irritation allowed.
Once we reached the reception we were greeted by a beautiful and stunning blonde woman named Louise, who made sure to devote all her attention and sympathy to Enzo, of course, who apparently was already an old acquaintance.
- Buonasera Vincenzo. -she said, insisting on showing her perfectly white teeth in a smile so wide that it would make the Joker cry with envy.
Enzo just smiled and nodded, handing her his documents.
- Nina, your documents, please. - He said, making me look away from the smiling blonde.
The beautiful Louise's smile faded away when he addressed me asking for the documents. Finally she had noticed me, after spending all the time devouring that handsome man with her eyes and now, all her attention was turned on me, in a very frightening way, by the way. Her expression only seemed less psychotic when she confirmed that there were two reservations and not just one.
- Here are your keys, rooms 1102 and 1104. Have a good stay. - She said with a forced smile as she looked at me.
- Grazie Louise. - Enzo replied in a dry tone while motioning for me to follow.
I felt Louise's eyes following me as we walked towards the elevator and when I looked back, she was really looking at me with a furious glaze.
We quickly got to the elevator, everything was very luxurious, but my tiredness and stress did not allow me to enjoy it as I should. For some reason my brain was wondering what kind of relationship existed between Vincenzo and Louise.
- I'm getting worried about you Nina. You're quieter than usual. - his voice taking me back from my daydreams.
- I am fine. - I said, although I wasn't well.
He looked at me, perhaps hoping for something more convincing than my elusive "I'm fine".
- Tomorrow I'm leaving for Milan very early. - Enzo said, staring at me for a few moments.
I confess that his words did not have a very pleasant effect on me.
- Oh. - that's all I managed to say.
- So that's it, here's your room and mine is right there. If you need anything, anything at all don't hesitate to let me know.
He ended those words by taking one of my hands and giving it a soft kiss.
- Buonanotte signorina.
My God how sexy this was.
When I entered the room, I stood behind the door still reflecting everything that had happened that long day. I still didn't know why my body was reacting to him like that, it was just a kiss on the hand, a greeting in Italian and a wink. But it was as if I lost control of my senses and my body with Vincenzo's attitude towards me.
After a long and well-deserved shower, I made a video call with my parents to tell them that I had arrived well. I decided not to mention the incident in the bathroom, they didn't need to know the tiny details, knowing that I slept most of the flight and that the plane didn't fall, was enough for them.
I also made a video call to my best friend and unlike the call to my parents, I had to tell her in great detail, everything about Vincenzo and what had happened to me since I stepped on that plane.
- So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that you got stuck with a fucking hot executive guy at the plane's bathroom and you didn't kissed him? - She said really slow.
- How the hell, do you think that kissing him would be the most reasonable thing to do, Nessa? Did you really hear anything that I said? I fell on my face. It was painful and embarrassing. - I replied, starting to get irritated with her statements.
- Oh come on, he was there ready to help you. And for what you said he was all worried about you. - she insisted trying to make what happened bigger than it really was.
- Of course he was! I hit my head and fell on my face you dumbass. - I was getting pissed now. I knew her and I also knew pretty well when she was trying to insinuate things that weren't there.
- Ok, you're right. I'm just seeing the big picture here. We both know that you are the dumbass when it comes to realizing some things. That's my job baby.
- There's nothing to realize. He was just worried and besides, the guy is kind of my boss. - I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to hear her anymore.
- Okay, enough of this conversation for today. You are tired and you have had a long and tired day. But be warned, if you think that this is over, you're fucking wrong.
Vanessa practically forced me to update her on any news related to the hot executive guy, under threat that she would take the next flight and come to know things personally.
She was always so dramatic and that was one of the reasons that I loved her.
We kept talking about other things such as the congress, my plans for the next day and the places that I would like to go.
Hours of conversation passed and I only realized that I was falling asleep, when my cell phone fell right on my face, waking me up. I was pretty sure that there were already a lot of screenshots stored on the "folder of shame" that Vanessa had where she used to store these kinds of pictures to use against me on my birthday posts. Even printed on a cake once. I had one of her as well.
We ended the calling and I fell asleep. Not before thinking a little more about the things she said, or rather, the things i didn't let her say.
Was she really right after all? Was there anything that I hadn't realized yet?