Pablo
Nobody, nobody anywhere. Who was able to do this? How, when, why?
I'm trying to recover from my emotions and here's what falls on my back again.
How did this person get into my car? I am not safe anymore.
I can't get to my suite. Luckily, Anthony is not far away. I knock on the door of his suite
-YES, I'M COMING!
He comes to open me the astonished.
He is bare-chested, his hair in disorder.
-Pablo! What's going on?
I don't say anything to him and I go into the apartment.
Carmelia has just come out of the bedroom, trying to pull down her nightie.
What a jerk! I may have just ruined a moment of intimacy.
Me: I'm sorry. I'm certainly disturbing you. I'm going to leave.
Carmelia: No, Pablo. You don't usually come knocking on our door every night. We can wait. Talk to your friend. I'll make you a hot coffee.
Anthony sits down and starts questioning me.
Anthony: Buddy, what's going on?
Me: I don't know, I don't know. Look what I found in my car.