"Breakfast!"
I looked up sleepily, seeing a smiling Miguel coming toward me with two fish.
"What do you think of this lot, eh? Got them both for only…mm, free!" he laughed heartily and handed me some fish.
Later on, when we were done eating, he laid back, but turned towards me, "Hey, why're you so tired looking?"
"Couldn't sleep?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Was it that nightmare with the fat monkey playing a cello?"
"No. And he always plays a trombone, remember?"
"Oh, right. Just couldn't sleep, then?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Well, it's not like Spain is the city that never sleeps or anything. What could possibly keep you awake?" as he said this, a fat man with a chicken leg began attacking the man that sells fruits on the corner with it behind Miguel.
"Right, definitely not an interesting place." I nodded, watching the fat guy.
That night, I snuck out once more, even though I was quite tired. I knew she would be there, expecting me. And she was. There, with her usual blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her hair falling down behind her.
She turned, "Ah, you came."
"Yes. Here." I handed her an orange and kept one for myself. We sat down.
We sat in silence for a moment, peeling our oranges. Finally, she spoke.
"I have a question."
"Alright, shoot."
"How did you become a guy on the streets?"
"Life didn't work out for me."
"Why not?"
"Because it gave me some luck and I chucked it out the window."
"Why?"
"Confidential."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because!"
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, I had the chance to be a millionaire-no, wait- a quillionaire."
"Why would anyone throw that away?"
"A series of events."
"Oh." Silence. I peeled my orange and took a bite.
Then she asked the question I knew would pop up, the one I dreaded, "Where did you find that much money, anyway?"
I looked up quickly, "Uh…well-"
"Where?"
"El Dorado." I murmured in a hoarse voice.
"Huh? It sounded like you said-"
I looked at her. Her mouth fell open.
She gaped, "You-you really…it's not possible…there's no such…I can't believe…do you know what this means?"
"Uh, well-"
"It's means we could be millionaires!"
"Wha?"
"That's right! Just show me the map and we'll go back!"
"The map?"
"Yeah, you do have a map, don't cha?"
"I did." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"What do you mean?"
"I kinda...tore the map…in two."
She stared at me for minute, "You WHAT?? Why…How could anyone be that stupid???"
"It seemed like a good thing to do at the time. I was making a statement."
"A statement? You mental reject!"
"Hey, now! Calm down!"
"I won't calm down! I'll be as furious as I won't to and I'll-" she looked at me, then sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't act in such ways."
"Forget it. I gotta go."
"Oh." She watched me climb over the railing, "Bye."
"Bye."
She paused, "Will I ever see you again?"
I looked down, "No. No, I don't think we should do this."
"Why not?"
"Well, besides your psychotic behavior and anger issues, plus the fact you're engaged to a very rich and may I mention strong man, I don't think this is going to work."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's a little weird isn't it?" I hoasted myself back over, "I mean, meeting a guy off the streets on the top of a building every night to eat an orange and talk is a little out of the ordinary, don't you think?"
"No, not really. I think it's just unique."
"Unique. You think it's unique?"
"Yeah." She nodded.
I looked at her, "I better go."
She watched me climb, "So…I'll never see you again?"
"Well, on the streets."
"No, I mean…you know…we'll never talk?"
"Righto."
"Well," I could no longer see her face, "Good-bye, then."
"Uh-huh."