So, with a roll of my eyes and a nod of Miguel's head, we slept right there.
The next morning, Miguel played a card game with some men, gambling of course, as that's all he knows how to do, and came out on the good end of things. So, I went and bought us breakfast, which consisted of cold coffoe and two oranges, nice and ripe. Then, I was returning the coffoe mugs, as I had grabbed them from a nearby windowsill.
It was a nice day out. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and even I couldn't think of something to worry about. So, I was looking at the sky, swinging the mugs absent-mindedly, when I clashed forehead first into someone.
"Oy," I looked up and came face to face with the young woman who had almost arrested us yesterday.
"You!" she hissed, then looked me over, "Were those your mugs?"
"Well…" I looked down at the shattered mugs on the cobblestone and lied, "They were."
Her shoulders slumped, "Sorry. You probably really saved for those."
"Yes, we did." I said, putting my hands on my hips.
She shot a look at me, "You stole them, didn't you?"
I sighed, "How'd you know?"
"I just did. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It's not worth it, anyway."
"Why-why not?"
"Because, I don't know, I guess I don't feel like it, either way. I'm bored with life in general at the moment. Spain isn't really a beautiful place."
"Have you seen the rooftop view?"
"What?"
"The rooftop view." I answered, "There's nothing better than eating an apple on someone's roof on a clear night."
"Really?" she asked, hands over her chest.
"Really."
"Perhaps you could show me."
I opened my mouth. I hadn't expected that, "Uh…well, you see, I-I-"
"Tonight, then." She nodded, "Meet you, oh, up there?" she acknowledged a rather high, flat roof a little ways off.
"Uh…" but I didn't get a chance to answer, as then her fiancé called her away.
"What?"
"Miguel, I just want to get away for a while. It's nothing personal."
"Okay…okay." He paused, "Who's the girl?"
"There's no girl, Miguel. I just need some down time, as you could call it."
"Fine." He smirked, "Getting sick of me?"
"Well…"
"Don't answer that." He smiled.
"Alright."
"See you."
"Uh-huh."
As soon as I was out, I pulled two apples I had been saving all day out of my vest, polished them, and placed them back, along with those stupid dice.
I sprinted down the streets and soon reached the building. I climbed high, high up, until I was finally at the top. I wiped my brow, and doubled over to catch my breath, which quickly caught in my chest again.
She sat with her back to me. I stood up and cleared my throat. She turned smiling. She had a blanket wrapped around her, as it was a bit cold.
"Bring the apples?" she asked simply.
I held one out to her. She took it, grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." She bit into the apple, "So, you always lived in Spain?"
The thought of El Dorado made me grin, "For the most part."
"Married?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh, sorry." She took another bite, "Why did you steal from my father-in-law's stand?"
"Needed food."
"Well, he's not quite my father-in-law. Soon will be, though. My husband's name is Jeck, the guy that was with me. Or he's my soon to be husband, anyway."
"So you don't have a name?"
"Well, maybe us keeping this without names will make it more enjoyable."
"What is 'this'?"
"Us being on this roof, talking. I'm enjoying it. Jeck's not much of a talker."
"Well, I can talk for hours." I offered.
She laughed, "Nice try."
We talked for about three hours straight, until finally, she realized how Jeck might miss her.
"I have to go." She stated.
"Right, then."
"It's been nice, which, with the way things are in my life, is unexpected." She smiled.
"Will you be back tomorrow?"
She paused, "In two days time, yes. In this spot."
"Right."
"Well, then, bye." She pecked my cheek.
"Bye." I whispered, a few minutes after she was gone.