My Sister's Boyfriend

- Boo! - A voice shouted along with me and then burst into scandalous laughter. I took a deep breath of relief, feeling my heart punch between my ribs, tightening my arms and controlling my fright, my hand on my heart. Then I started to feel angry and slapped the figure in front of me left and right. Until he flinches, still laughing. - You fool! - Igor was still laughing, rubbing his arm where I had hit him. - Do you want to scare me to death?

-Your face was hilarious!

- It wasn't hilarious. I could have died! And if I had died, you would have been dead too. Because I would kill you! - What did I just say? What nonsense... But that was encouragement, as he started laughing even harder. Angry, I waited for him to stop laughing:

- Stop being melodramatic. You were just a little scared... - Then he made a panicked face, bizarre and funny, his features contorting in a false imitation of fear, perhaps trying to imitate me. I ended up laughing a little and hit him on the arm again.

- Stupid. - I staggered, starting to walk again. He started walking in front of me, still giggling. Damn you! It really scared me... - Why were you following me?

-I wasn't following you...

-You're welcome!

- Right. I just saw you leaving the hotel alone and came to ask if you would like some company. This is not following.

- If I say I don't want company, will you leave?

– No. – he poked me with his elbow and I rolled my eyes.

- You like being kicked, is that it?

- Of course! But the difficult attracts me. - He started walking in front of me, facing my direction.

- You don't give up easily, do you?

- No. - Finally we arrived at a busier street. People passed by and some noticed us, smiling. The couples dispersed along the street where there were about 5 restaurants/snack bars. We stopped, him looking at me. Waiting for what I would say. I sighed, defeated:

- Right. Let's eat! How about the...

- McDonald's?

- You learn fast. - I bit my lip and he pulled me into a fast food store. Holding my hand. There we were, another couple on a strange Valentine's Day. In the middle of November!

- This isn't a date, is it? - I analyzed him better, seeing his blue blouse and well-fitting denim shorts. His hair was in casual disarray, his slightly tanned skin exuded a strong and striking masculine scent. The attendant who served us looked at it frequently and I don't think one of my sandwiches has ever come so well prepared.

- Of course not... - he said, his expression serious. But the irony was clear in his voice. It wasn't planned. I didn't plan it. Unless you planned to almost die of fright in the middle of the street. -You are so funny...

- I'm glad we're getting along well.