02-03-2025, 01:18 PM
Enrique led her to the living room and turned on the television. They flipped on a movie - some comedy show, but neither one really paid a whole lot of attention to it. They got lost in conversation. Ricky talked about his days as a gunslinger before he became Ataharim and opened a bar in Mexico City. She told him how her parents moved to Moscow because they wanted to raise her someplace stable and how she found out her grandfather was a cop and that inspired her to follow. Enrique would refill their beers once and then they settled into watching.
Marisol had grown quiet and then suddenly Enrique had felt the weight of her head on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep. He smiled and moved carefully not to wake her, working himself out from under her. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket, and lifted her head gently to place the pillow there and then covered her with the blanket. He shut the tv off and headed to his own room to sleep. He wondered if she woke first if she would stay or leave. They had exchanged numbers already and it had been her idea to do so, so he felt as if he had at least made a friend. No matter what, it had been a good night. Marta had been right. He had needed this.
Marisol had grown quiet and then suddenly Enrique had felt the weight of her head on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep. He smiled and moved carefully not to wake her, working himself out from under her. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket, and lifted her head gently to place the pillow there and then covered her with the blanket. He shut the tv off and headed to his own room to sleep. He wondered if she woke first if she would stay or leave. They had exchanged numbers already and it had been her idea to do so, so he felt as if he had at least made a friend. No matter what, it had been a good night. Marta had been right. He had needed this.