in the fitting room

Azka had finished the breakfast series a while ago, his plate was empty but he was still sitting in his chair without moving an inch, his eyes were glaring, his hands were still holding the spoon and fork, even one of the cutlery was still attached to his lip, his mind was wandering.

The sound of the bedroom door opening made Azka startled, his daydream was shattered, the memory of yesterday afternoon until a little late at night, at the end of the bridge, between the rocks, together with a girl.

Azka calls Via a strange girl. Geeky girl. Beach girl. A call that has no sweetness.

CLICK !!

"Geez, boss! You still look like this!"

Josep turned his back with a grumpy face. "What if I leave you for Europe. What are you going to do! If you don't love your job here, hurry back to town, into your mother's arms, and go brewing in that noisy club!"