In her room, Victoria no longer felt uncomfortable. The room wasn't all hers: she shared it with her Tía Rosita. But she was alone right now. And that's just what she needed. Victoria sighed as she walked over to her bookshelf, trying to find something to read that will distract her from everything. She eventually found a good read and walked over to her bed, sitting down.
Her mind was still reeling, though.
She groaned.
She knew what the problem was.
Victoria normally stayed away from people with a stronger personality than her. People who were more social, more vulnerable, people who wore their emotions on their sleeves, and people who were optomisic and sympathetic.
In short, she'd like it if Héctor was like her.
Or at least less like him.
Victoria closed her book, going out of her room and down the stairs. She tried to ignore Héctor's laughing as she made her way to the kitchen. She wasn't looking for anything. Just walking around.
She must've looked troubled or disturbed because she heard her name seconds later.
"Victoria?"
Victoria stiffened up as she turned around around. Héctor stood a few feet away from her, looking concerned. Great.
She turned away. "What do you want?" she asked. She saw Héctor slouch a bit.
"I came in here looking for a snack. Just wondering if there's anything wrong. You look troubled."
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Sí." The less said the better, Victoria thought. He's talkitive.
A very akward silence followed. She wasn't sure who was dreading this situation more, her or Héctor.
After a few more moments, Victoria cleared her throat. "You came in here to get something." she reminded him, breaking the icy and uncomfortable silence.
"Huh? uh... oh! Right." Héctor walked around her, and Victoria walked away from him.
"That could've gone better," she muttered to herself agitatedly as she hurried back to her room.