"Maria Isabel and Rafael look a lot alike, don't you think so?" asked my mother. " Yea they do. I remembered who he was when he walked in". " Well he has changed for the better", she said with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes, "you're mad". It was about six in the afternoon, and we were unpacking our belongings. My room looked a lot like my room back in New York. It was mainly white, with one wall painted a deep dark blue. Everything was white: the bed, a small sofa, and my dresser. It was really serene. There was one main difference between this room and the one back home. This room had a large doorway facing my bed. I had my own balcony with a stunning view. Much better than the hustle and pollution of New York City anyway. The house was right on the beach, which made me love it even more. I had a house on the beach in Malibu, but nothing like this. My house in Malibu didn't have a backyard really, just stairs leading down to the beach. I'm not complaining, people in the states would kill for a home in Malibu.
"So what are you going to do tonight?" asking mom. " What am I going to do? Aren't we doing something together?", I asked with a confused look on my face. " Well…I'm having dinner with some old friends of mine…I thought I told you", she got up and walked towards my closet. She avoided looking at me. "What! you can't just leave me alone, what am I suppose to do, sit home and knit?" I asked her. "You're a big girl, I'm sure you'll find something to do", she assured me. "In fact, why don't you call Maria's house and see what Maria Isabel is up to?". Was she kidding me? "mum she's 14, she'll be playing with dolls". "Then see what Rafael is up to, ask him to show you around. You probably don't remember anything about this place", she suggested. I just sighed. There was no point in me walking around alone, at least not on our first night. I had a whole month to walk alone. After putting away my stuff, I took a shower, and walked around the house thinking about whether or not I should call him.
"…so basically I'm in need of a tour guide. You know, to get reacquainted", I ended up telling him over the phone. "sure I was meeting up with a couple of friends for dinner, you're welcomed to come if you want" he said. " well I don't want to be a bother if you've already made plans". " no, no not at all, it's fine. I'll pick you up in an hour". With that I went to get ready. I was lucky to have a friend like Nicole back home. She was the fashion editor for Vogue and always made sure my closet was never short of Chloe bags, BCBG dresses, and Jimmy Choos. Nicole wasn't there to watch over me, so I decided to just wear jeans and a nice top.
I was looking out for him through the window. He arrived at exactly eight. I was very impressed by his ride since I didn't know many 20 year olds who drove a Mercedes Benz. "well aren't we punctual?", I joked. "You look nice", he complimented me. "really? Well I've looked better, but sure I'll take that compliment". He smiled. While in the car, he told me we were going to his friend Tomeu's house for dinner. "so what's the deal with the car? Is it daddy's?", I said with a cheeky smile. "no, it's mine. I work hard, I play hard. I thought I deserved a nice ride." He explain. "right, well it is a nice ride. I have a Benz back in New York. Nothing like this though, it's very simple compared to this". He smiled. "What do you do back home? You know…job?", he asked. "I'm in studio engineering. I love music, but since I can't perform due to lack of talent, I thought, why not make it?" I smiled. " yea why not? Well since music is your thing, you should hear one of my favorite singers". He pushed a cd into the car stereo. "oh my god, I love him!" I yelled. "really? Coti? I love his music". We laughed at the similarity. For the rest of the ride we sang along to "Mis Planes".