“That’s stupid!” Diego said, “You can’t just love someone you don’t know, It doesn’t work that way.
“I know that, but it just feels so right” Isabella replied.
Diego laughed.
“You are one crazy girl, you know that?”.
“Yeah I know that, and I would love to show you more of my craziness, Have you seen the beautiful sights of the city?.
“Like the statue of Christ the redeemer?” Diego asked, gradually picking interest in where the conversation was heading.
“No silly, that’s at Rio, It seems like you still have a lot to learn” Isabella laughed before speaking.
“Honestly, I’ll pass, the French culture is already too complicated to me” Diego said before turning to continue cleaning the drinking cans at the stable”
“Oh, and I already booked a table for two at the Mocoto restaurant, It’s such a shame you prefer clearing horse shit to a fancy restaurant, but I understand”. Isabella said between bursts of laughter
Diego laughed too, He was tired and frustrated but he couldn’t deny the fact that only a psycho wouldn’t know the better choice of the contrasting two.
“Fine then, but you’ll have to inform your father” Diego said while shielding his relief with a smug face.
“Already did, It’s fine by him”
“Alright then, but I’ll have to take a shower first.
Thirty minutes later, He and Isabella were seated at the back seat of a Chrysler 300 limousine, He noticed the extravagant interior design of the vehicle, Not that it mattered to him, He had seen it all, literally, But the design was outstanding and you had to give honor where honor was due.
“So care to tell me your name this time?” Isabella asked.
” Oh yeah, I’m Diego”
” That’s a nice name, Everyone’s got a background, care to let me in on yours.
“Is this an interview”
“Only if you want it to be” Isabella said.
But Diego knew she meant something more.
After a long time of chitchat and sightseeing, They finally arrived at the Mocoto restaurant, on their way in they turned heads and disrupted conversations.
” I guess beauty is constant in all continents” Diego thought to himself.
They got to their reserved seats and a waiter approached them
” What would you like Senorita?” The waiter asked.
“The Queijos Brasileiros would be nice as usual”
” What about you sir?”
But Diego’s attention was already somewhere else, It couldn’t be except something was really wrong,”He was meant to be at Paris” Diego thought to himself
But there was no denying that similar face, Philip was in Sao Paulo…
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