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P.O.V.
[SHE]
Can't you guess what I bought with the first salary?
Surely the fastest thing that comes to mind is ice cream.
Let me tell you that I didn't need to pay for an ice cream, the owners gave it to me as the tip that he didn't give me after serving him so kindly.
I mean, I was the only employee at the place who didn't get a tip on her first day. One detail that I will tell you was that since he had been my first client, and he did not leave but neither did the Gracias, the other diners did not either.
And the biggest culprit was the dark girl, if Sarahy sabotaged my work day.
Because? Simple, she had stolen the client of her longed for
I think I strayed. You have not guessed yet. TRUE?
I already told you that it hadn't been the ice cream, I earned that by my effort.
Second try
A cell phone?
No, why would I need one of those?
I will place the cards on the table so that you understand.
One, I didn't have enough money to indulge myself. And although my father was trying to recover his throne and his social position from years ago, he was not very spoiled to say.
Two, I didn't have social media, I didn't like the photos, I didn't have anyone to text or even check the time.
she was alone.
Until he crossed me into his life and my life ended up going down the drain.
Third try Or do you give up?
Clothes? Shoes? A purse?
No no no.
I'll tell you because even if you guessed, I was going to reveal it anyway. It was not that it was the secret for World Peace, but at least for me peace of mind.
buy dye
Yes, as you see it. With my first salary I bought a bottle of blue dye.
Although technically I don't pay for it.
So maybe I don't buy that exactly but it was the intention.
What did you think was born bluish? Well no. My hair was once natural. A very long time ago to be exact.
I wasn't like that villain Cruella who came into the world with half her hair white and the other black. Ha, I was just a girl who dyed her hair to feel good about herself.
After going through multiple crises, the head of any human being begins to create paranoia and scenarios where the worst is what comes out.
My blue hair had a story and still does.
But if I tell you now, you won't understand my reasons and you wouldn't continue this narrative film, right?
What I want to get to is that in order to be bluish, I go through several facets. A lot to be honest. In the end I still can't explain how it ended like this.
And you may think that it would have been much easier to have bought wigs instead of dyeing my hair. And you are right. But it was not going to be the same. If you understand me?
I was looking for comfort, security. Protection and acceptance. The color blue was all of it up to a certain point in my life. My main idea was to hide, erase everything, only he complicated things.
I spent the whole night without being able to sleep a wink. I even had a pleasant conversation with Cocco, a small whitish (breed of dog) with too much fur. Adding that I was chatting with the pillow and a ghost.
I woke up early—not because I wanted to—I had to at that time. I wanted to browse the city and make the necessary purchases.
Purchases that took longer than usual.
It seemed that no establishment sold the blue dye that she specifically wore on top of her head.
I toured the shops, locals, kiosks. And not a drop of the aforementioned dye.
I know I know. I could have changed the color to one that was much easier to achieve but I didn't. My reasons are above and you already read them. But my hair over the years had suffered as much as I had, and was as damaged as its owner.
At least one of the two had to heal.
So blue would be all the way.
My feet ached, my head was spinning. My stomach had been claiming me for hours for only having tried an apple as the only food since morning. He still had to make it to the cafeteria on time and he was like on the other side of town looking for the aforementioned blue dye.
I almost gave up —for a little bit— I threw in the towel and would have let my hair take the color —or one of the ones I had— before blue.
But an angel—or demon—helped me.
In the corner of the municipal bar, there was a small aesthetic store of those that sold articles or artifacts for the TeamArmy. A mini store for K-pop fans.
I shrugged. I always wanted to enter one of those and having the opportunity in front of my honey eyes I was not going to miss it.
Bad idea, okay? I repeat Bad idea.
you'll see why
As soon as I set foot in the mini store, a new universe opened up before me. It should be noted that I had never entered one of these, and perhaps yes, I exaggerated my description.
But we go! It's my part of the story. Is allowed.
The space was small, but it was cosy. There were all kinds of accessories, be it shirts,beach sweatshirts, backpacks, key chains, flocks, books, CD/DVDs and absolutely everything was with the theme of K-pop and the musical bands that made it up.
Key word of this narrative
military
The amount of objects you found in such a small place was impressive. Even the ceiling was there to display his items. Shelves stretched from the neat jet-colored floor to the wall that served as the ceiling.
My face at that moment must have been very funny
—-"You've never been in one, have you?" —-Were they talking to me?
—Yes, bluish is with you. Don't look for another crazy woman with an expression as ridiculous as the one you have painted on your face. I pouted with my back to the talkative person.
— I supposed that with Peacock hair it was enough for you to walk around. I turned arching an eyebrow without understanding what he was saying. —But I see that my suppositions were incorrect—I pursed my lips—What you like is to look like a smurf for the world—
I didn't say anything, despite my brain coordinating thousands of words in my defense but I didn't say them.
I shuted up.
And the most reasonable thing I could think of to do was the least I should
—-So you envy me?——The girl Ella crossed her arms in a daze. She didn't expect that —Well—I corrected—Not to me, but to my hair because of its peculiar blue color—I emphasized the qualifying word for the color while pointing to my proud hair.
Sarahy snorted and strode around the room.
And I had won a war I hadn't even started.
Now my problems instead if they started dating.
——Are you going to buy or are you going to walk around the store wasting my time?"—-I turned on my heels holding a small, grayish Kawaii stuffed animal.
—-You work here? She pronounced it slowly and carefully. My lips were strangely dry. She nodded seriously.
—-But you're supposed to work in the cafeteria" she agreed again. —
—- Do you eat? For a moment I caught a glimpse of a small lip lift. A minimal attempt at a smile. But just as she came she vanished
—You are here to buy, not to meddle in matters that are not your concern. I rolled my eyes
I listened.
At least in that she was a good person.
— Do you sell dyes? —I smiled—
— For your blue hair? - I nodded - What color are you going to dye yourself now? I frowned. "Blonde, Black, Pink, Brown?" Her,” she listed with her fingers as I began to have a fit of laughter.
—-What's happening to you? She —she claimed me— Do I have monkeys on my face, or a clown face? -I denied- What karma will I be paying for you to cause me so much trouble? Her,” she wailed, placing her hands over her eyes.
I stopped.
Yeah. That was what I caused in the lives of others.
Issues.
I looked down and forced a smile —Don't worry—my voice came out weakly—I'm just looking for the dye, I pay for it and I'm leaving. I won't cause trouble—
But like I told you.
I always caused trouble even if I didn't want to.
I put the stuffed animal back where I found it and moved away from Sarahy. The words that others said about me had never affected me so much, although knowing that even in strangers I create problems. Yes, it affected me a little.
I continued my way through corridors of kpop
—Sarahy I need one of those Japanese sweatshirts you sell—I smiled—
——What do you want it for? Her," she asked amused. I missed myself Could the dark be fun?
—-I'm going to conquer,—-the young man who spoke hastily responded stingingly.
—-Is seriously? Who is your new victim Ethan? —
Shit
I looked up at the conversation between the two young people and believe me I shouldn't have seen what I saw. This way such a disaster would have been avoided.
The moment my eyes made contact with the young man's my hands stopped responding correctly. The glass bottle that contained the perfume ended up on the floor breaking into a thousand little pieces.
— What the hell did you do blue? I denied nervously
I hadn't told you that when fear entered my system I didn't know how to react. It was like being hit hard against a huge concrete wall.
—- Are you OK? Those eyes again. I nodded hiding my face.
— Yes — and I started to sneeze —
first sneeze
—-Are you sure you didn't cut yourself?" —-
second sneeze
—-I'm going to have to pay for this disaster. —-
third sneeze
—- Need help—-
Fourth sneeze and the world seemed to go dark
I tripped over the shelf, the backpacks and backpacks fell to the floor. I stepped on a stuffed animal and went backwards. The mannequin fell, the clothes hung from the hooks fell and I fell myself.
Sweaters, shirts, and shorts ended up on top of my body. A painful pang shot through my head and lower back.
You saw a problem and you know how curious that I caused it. Ha
—-Bluish—-I heard say in the distance while my eyes only observed darkness and absolute blackness
—- Are you okay? I covered my face with a long black shirt that I found on hand. I nodded several times.
—Move your bluish butt.—Get out,—-the girl gave me a shake He pushed me out of the premises.
And so ladies and gentlemen, dear readers, I am left without dignity, without tint and alone.
Well the solo thing was to add space. Because she always had been.
I have no choice but to walk others I don't know how many kilometers to the bus stop to get to work on time.
With an empty stomach, without hair dye and with a smile, I entered the premises.
I sat in a small chair and ended up spending part of my salary on a glazed donut, two pancakes filled with cherry jam, and a cup of hot chocolate. Let's say I ate half of what was ordered. Because I had barely finished a pancake when he appeared walking through the same glass door.
I couldn't help but smile. I took a big bite of the donut, drank a shot of chocolate. Burning my throat a little and taking the apron, the cap I ran straight to the kitchen to bring the order of the young man from the table in the corner.
Sarahy watched me analytically but I wasn't going to cause her any more trouble. I didn't even know what had happened in that Army store—some time later I did find out—so I was indebted to her.
I ignored her and picked up the tray with twenty-five sugar free cookies and a bowl filled with a big, tasty scoop of strawberry ice cream.
One of my big favorites if you ask me.
Finding the necessary balance—since I didn't want to end up on the floor again—and walked at a determined pace to her table. -which to this day continues to be-
He cocked his head, reminding me of Cocco every time he talked to him about my crises and he didn't seem to understand me.
But he is a little puppy. Although he pretends to be the one who understands me, to be honest, he was more entangled than his own owner.
—It seems that you have confused the client—he commented as soon as I had closeness between the table, him, me and the tasty ice cream. "I hate ice cream," he said slowly. I felt that this stop was made to make clear his food preferences. Because for him to speak to me so slowly was like speaking to a kindergartener on his first day.
Did I have the face of a kindergarten girl or did insomnia really make me look mentally retarded?
I cocked my head and smiled.
—It's simply not to my liking, I don't like it and just today I don't have the desire or the effort to try it. So you can take it with you. Thank you" and he looked away from me irritated.
Maybe he was annoyed by the fact that a crazy woman with blue hair served him ice cream every time he decided to put her ass on that table.
And yes, he was bored with my presence. Until he got used to it. A spoilers?
Then I miss my presence when I saw that I disappeared.
I laughed
That is to say, those words, his attitude and even his looks caused me a certain grace.
He hadn't changed, he was still —and still is— the same boy he was 9 years ago. With his mini tantrums without being exaggerated or classified as shows.
I may have gone too far with the laughter because not only he was amazed. More than one customer stopped what he was doing to see what was happening with me and the guy at the corner table.
Including Don Ernesto and Doña Camila.
—Courtesy of the house—I mentioned after controlling my laughter and without asking for permission I took a seat in the chair in front of the table.
I must have looked crazy because the look on his face showed that if he wasn't I would soon become
His confusion forced me to indicate with my hand the bowl of ice cream that was resting on the table.
I had to put the tray under the table - and it is still routine -
He had to eat the ice cream, he had no choice, especially if I sat down to supervise him, ha ha.
Although more than supervising his eating process, I did it to clear myself. She had had a hard day and she just wanted to be near him and watch him.
He was always my peace of mind. And over the years it was the key not to give up.
He was the reason for my return. He was the light at the end of the tunnel, the rope to hold me.
It hurts that the light burns it, and the rope destroys it.
I patiently waited for him to leave the table but I didn't.
In fact, thinking about it, I never left. Not at least when he had to.
It seems that my penetrating gaze was the straw that broke the camel's back so that the young man's little hand took the spoon and began to taste the ice cream.
I was lucky to be eating it ha ha. I had to wait until my workday was over.
I stayed there—like a statue—watching and seeing
And in my mind the little song of Phinneas and Ferds was repeated when they wait for something supernatural to happen with the amusement park in their backyard.
Call me weird but it's the simple truth.
And at last he swallowed the last bite with a visibly clear difficulty.
"I'm done," he exclaimed excitedly, carelessly dropping the small spoon into the now empty container without any drop of ice cream. Ice cream that would later be my tip ha ha.
I laughed again
Everything about him was funny and I couldn't help but laugh no matter how hard I tried.
Also, why hide happiness before others? Great lesson, learned from my dear parents.
So yeah, after feeling like crap all because of the situation at the mini kpop store. I felt good about myself again and above all happy because he was there.
I finished my laughter and without further ado I wrote a small note with the pen of the orders, on the small and thin pinkish napkin of the place. I offered it to him sliding it on the table, smiled again and left. Avoiding little jumps of emotion.
I knew—and I know—that his curiosity was much more powerful than any other emotion. So I hid behind the vending machine to watch him unfold the note and read it.
He got up from the chair and left very confused in my opinion. The note had puzzled him and perhaps that was my point in writing it.
I came out of my hiding place to serve the other diners. I smiled and smiled until my cheekbones and cheeks ached. His stunned look, his frown, his lower lip half bitten and the scratch on the nape of the neck caused me to laugh after he left.
Hence my smiles. Ha ha.
The local customers classified me as crazy, deranged but above all friendly and a good waitress. Something good had to be.
Leaving aside my beneficial madness for my job. He was still drilling me in the head—I think that in those days I never understood the hatred he had for ice cream—In fact, I think there is only one person who knows for sure why.
And then that person is not me. So I won't be able to explain it to you.
When I was little, I really wanted to change his mind. And believe me if it had worked. For an eight-year-old girl with a nearly successful plan, it was unusual.
It would have worked if I had never hurt him like I did.
I was going to sink into myself when they woke me up
— Hey! Bluish-I turn my head startled towards Sarahy who I don't even expect was in my five senses to throw a paper bag at me.
I almost caught her, huh? I almost ended up spilling the hot chocolate on a customer but it didn't happen ha ha.
Rookie luck.
I opened the paper bag and was shocked by what I saw.
Inside were two bottles of blue dye and the kawaii panda, cat and grayish puppy stuffed animal from the kpop store.
My honey eyes blinked several times and when I was going to say something about it. The dark girl beat me to it.
I snapped my mouth open and shut.
“Ethan paid for it and made me give it to you. I smiled when I heard the name.
——"Thank you,"——- they abruptly silenced me.
—No, don't thank me for anything, okay? We're not friends or anything like that. I don't even know why I'm talking to you, let alone what Ethan saw in a blue to give you that. —and without further ado he took off, striding.
Ethan.
i smiled
Drive away the bitter memories of my dark past. And I concentrated that now I was not without dye and without dignity.
I would follow the plan, because now with a new tint there is less possibility of recognizing me.
So without further ado he had to find the answer to rejecting the sugary happiness he took pains to maintain.