"Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about," said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.
"Don't play the absent-minded one, that night when you saved me from being eliminated by the garbage cart."
"I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody; Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss."
"It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; you really intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist."
"I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences."
"Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a piece of bread to eat, you lied to me that your name was Maria and your phone number, I called you a thousand times or more and an old man answered and laughed and said his name was st Maria"
"I really feel sorry, and I hope that doesn't reflect in my academic results, professor D."
"How can I trust a student who lied to me?"
"And one who risked her life for a stranger"
"And a good one to debate, I remember I promised you whatever you want; at least let me pay for that car."
"I have to sell it for scrap; I have a problem; the plates are missing, and I need them for some paperwork."
"Oh, Ximena, I hope you didn't drop it when you were running away or when you hit the collection truck."
"I hope not; there's a danger that those thugs will attack me."
"No, Ximena, I don't think so, don't worry, maybe the mechanic took it off or something, don't worry, one of my friends is an expert in vehicle procedures, I will tell him to process them"
"In that case, I would be very grateful. I guess I'm getting into debt with you."
"No, I'm the one in debt, or, I don't know, they say that women are always right; well, I propose you, let's go for a weekend to my Melgar farm; don't worry, nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."
"Yes, sure, I'll call you to pick me up," said Ximena, smiling.
"You're kidding me, you don't have my number," he told her, and with a deft movement, he took the cell phone from her waist, unlocked it by placing it in Ximena's face, and saved her number as ´sweetheart.´
She pretended that it bothered him that she was trying to leave without her feet moving. At that moment, the music changed to samba, including the famous Lambada, better known as the forbidden dance. He pulled her gently but firmly by the arm, so she would not leave the dance floor, where he forced her to dance to this Brazilian rhythm.
Their eyes were asking for more, and their excited bodies provoked the other attendees to make a wheel, encouraging them with their clapping. Everyone could see the chemistry between them; they liked each other very much. With this song, they closed the discotheque due to the law of closing at one in the morning.
"Ximena, let me take you home."
"No, don't worry, Angelo, I'm going to wait for a cab."
"No, Ximena, it's not an option for you; come on, it's dangerous to take a cab if you don't ask for it by phone, and even more so at this time of the morning."
"Well, it's ok; after all, I lost my car for being a redeemer, and I almost got crucified."
He took her in his brand new sports car, and during the trip their looks were playing, and their mouths were laughing for any reason; they both wanted that trip to last forever, until he arrived at her house, at which moment they were both thinking, ´ the Goodbye´.
"Goodbye, Mr. Teacher, see you at the university; I hope you don't fail me in your class, are you?"
"I'm not an evil teacher; as long as you are lady-judicious, don't worry, you'll do fine, and if it's difficult for you, I can give you very personalized private lessons."
"I think I should go inside; the neighbors here live with psychosis; they called the police for seeing a car parked at this hour."
They went out, and he accompanied her to the door, she was turning the keys on her finger, and he looked at her eyes and mouth, approaching her slowly like a cat when it hunts pigeons, she stood still and pretended to be looking towards the street, turning her face at the last moment when she felt that he could not get any closer, and they tried each other for a minute that seemed like an eternity, their mouths danced in a dance of caresses, in a lingual ballet, they ended up staring at each other lowering their arms until their hands grabbed each other, she walked to the door without letting go of him, she said goodbye again with a peck in her mouth, and she entered quickly, saying,
"Bye, for now, we'll talk tomorrow."
He looked at the door for a few moments, seemed to push the door with a few sighs, and then went to some cars behind his and ordered them,
"Come out, quickly. I know you are hiding, Vivian, what was all that commotion about? Fortunately, she did not hear him."
Some armed men got out and a beautiful red-haired woman with a little black shiny leather dress answered him,
"Chief, they were ambushed, but fortunately we hit them first, we finished them all off, and we took their cell phones and personal belongings to investigate them."
"Well done, Vivian. It is possible that they are looking for her because she lost the license plates of the car the night those dogs killed Miguelito, I want you to protect her at all times, without her knowing, and if something happens to her, you will be responsible, and you know how things are in this business."
"Yes, sir, there is no room for mistakes, the one who commits them pays with his life, I know that since I started working with Don Joseph; try to calm down. We'd better go, and I'll give you a massage in the Jacuzzi."
"No, Vivian, I'm not in the mood for that kind of thing."