Once again the sunset sun was browning on that boardwalk but this time it did not presage a storm, and in the same place where he saw her for the first time, he found her for the second time, but it was as if he had seen her for the first time, because Natalia Cantarell was a beautiful woman as few could be, and this time wearing blue jeans that perfectly contained her well-outlined shapes, and wearing light footwear with a light white blouse, that made highlight the calm smile of a mature woman who asked nothing of life because apparently she had everything.
- I love your cinnamon-flavored greetings!
Martín tells her after greeting her with a kiss on the cheek, unable to contain the automatic movement of his hands that went to her waist, a gesture that the lady of the boardwalk accepted consciously or unconsciously with natural friendship and trust.
-You know I love coffee with cinnamon, but you don't know what else I love.
Natalia was 1.65 meters tall, but with her half-heeled shoes she reached just over 1.70 meters, which still made her look short next to him, who took him just over a little less than 15 centimeters, which had her impressed, because she looked at him and looked at him as if calculating his height until he asked.
- Well, how tall Martín are? I know I'm tall, but with you I have no idea, I look at you and I look at you and I feel like a scumbag.
-Barefoot exactly 1.86 meters and with these sneakers because practically the same because they do not have much sole that we say.
He tells her showing her his footwear that was already in the last stage of its useful life, since they looked very washed, although they were of very good brand and quality, but, although he showed them in a confident and natural movement.
Realizing the poor state, he made an involuntary move to hide them, making his purpose imposible, and although Natalia realized nothing commented on it.
-Let's go for a coffee, but this time I invite.
She tells him trying to make him forget his embarrassment and taking him by the hand took him for a walk along the boardwalk, and as they watched people pass by and seagulls flying she set the topic of conversation.
- And where were Martín born?
-In the port of Veracruz.
-Yes, of course, I assumed it because you speak half Veracruz and half northern, although in reality your accent is so indefinite that sometimes you speak like Carmelita too, but obviously you are not from Carmen Island, the only thing I can tell you is that I love your voice, moreover, everything I love about you; Could I call you on the phone in any sleepless early morning to lull me with your voice?
-You too Natalia seem very beautiful, although there is a part of your body that I do not like at all.
- Ah caray!
Natalia says she stopped walking to stand right-footed with her hands on her waist, as she turned to see herself everywhere, causing the lasciviousness of two apparently drunken guys who were passing by.
-Do not move so mamacita that so delicious, we hungry passing do not respond.
One guy says by patting him on the butt, and the other guy celebrates.
- Listen to me idiot!
Natalia tells him reacting quickly, but not faster than Martín, who had already knocked down a guy with an accurate kick in the waist and the other had him immobilized with with a special grip on the wrist.
That did not allow him to move.
- You apologize to the lady for touching her if you don't want me to break your hand!
-Allow me Martincito that I can alone with guys like these.
And Martin released him at the request of Natalia that with a slap with her open hand, he had already knocked down the so-and-so and twisting his arm with another type of painful key, forced him to get up to knock him down again from a couple of loud slaps, which left him in a ball to protect himself from the other blows he expected to receive, but Natalia had already forgotten about him, to lift the other guy and break his nose with 3 accurate jabs in short, leaving him also made a ball on the ground.
-Dammit whit to the little woman! –says Martín.
- Let's go, because if I stay here I'll kill them!
She could be seen huffing in fury as they walked back to the other side of the boardwalk.
"We should go. –says Martín. Because those guys will come back with reinforcements.
-Precisely for that reason we are not going right now, friend, I know perfectly that they will return and with whom, and if we go right now any other day they will find you alone in the park or on the boardwalk or anywhere, and although I know perfectly that you that you know how to defend, there are situations in which you will not be able to with them, better tell me what part of my body you do not like to fix it immediately.
At that time a couple of municipal police units, with armed officers in the rear, appeared along the undulating boardwalk with the official turrets on, but without the sirens.
-Allow me a moment and do not move from here please that the reinforcements of which you spoke have already arrived.
The lady tells him who, with her hand raised, she stopped the police units and asked those driving to get off.
She spoke for a few minutes with them and seeing that they had on board the two guys who had beaten a few minutes before, he asked them to take them down and between words, accusations and accusations, the assaulted guys were passed to the back of one of the units, but now as detainees, while everyone looked at Martín, who in the distance waited patiently for the development of events;
Natalia returned to where he was watching to ask for her identification, and paused for a moment in amazement to read her name on the credential.
-Leon Martin Jauregui; Is it really you? Allow me and right now you confirm it to me.
Says the lady returning to talk for a couple of minutes with the officers who wrote down the data of the credential in his log, and closing the matter he returned with him, his cell phone gave the last bleep of his battery exhausted when he opened it to check the time, that indicated 20:36 hours, just when it was turned off.
-Take your false credential because I do not think you are the poet who signs as: The Mirror without Soul.
The lady expectantly tells him that he would deny or affirm the prerogative.
- Could we eat something? –says Martín, dodging it. -The truth is that I just had breakfast in the morning and they are going to be 9 at night.
-Yes of course; What would you like for dinner?
-Well, I'll tell you anything other than hot dogs, hamburgers and cakes, because since I left Veracruz, last week only that I have eaten.
-Very well, then if you allow me we go to the store for a couple of coffees, so that you endure in what I take you to my house to prepare something different, well not to my house with my children and all that, if not to another house that I have on the other side of the Island, taking advantage of the fact that I need to take a look because it already has a good one that I do not go.
And without waiting for him to answer, he took him by the hand to take him to where she had parked his truck.
And after moving to the convenience store for the cafes and some other things among which there were some drinks.
"And back to the subject, little friend; What's the part of my body you don't like? Natalia tells him, satisfying her curiosity.
-Well, a little finger that carries a ring. Martín answers, smiling. "It's the only thing I don't like about you.