I checked the time on my phone. It was early enough to cross one more city sight off my list: either walking around City Hall Park or checking out the Charging Bull on Wall Street. Both attractions were free, which was a requirement since I was still waiting for my replacement card. Rosie had lent me more money—money she’d slipped in my jacket when I hadn’t been looking and which I planned to return with interest—but that was reserved for public transportation.
“Como un monigote,” I muttered to myself, repeating Abuela’s words.
She might be right. I was one. Purposeless. Just like a plastic container in the river. Floating around with no course. Just being dragged around and… existing.
I was tired. Exhausted, really. And now the simple thought of going sightseeing, drifting in the current of strangers didn’t seem like something I could do.
Rosie’s face popped up in my head. Unexpected. I’d promised her that I’d be out of her hair during the day so she could work, and I’d had every intention of keeping that promise. Today was an exception. Today, I was feeling extra sore. So much so that I’d be shocked if I didn’t end the day with that goddamn limp that had taken me weeks to lose.
Today, I felt extra lonely, too.
And Rosie was good company. Sweet, smart, and… Lina’s best friend.
Something I should make sure to remember. Not because I had intentions of being anything else than roommates with Rosie, of perhaps becoming friends, good friends, but because… Because what, Lucas?
With a shake of my head, I opened the maps app in my phone, checked for the best route back to Lina’s place, and started for the closest subway station. Forty minutes later, and with the start of that goddamn limp already affecting my pace, I finally spotted Lina’s building.
Pulling my keys out as I stood on the narrow steps before the entrance, I could almost taste the wave of relief from sitting my ass down when a blur of dark curls slammed into me.
“Holy crap!” A female voice muffled against my sweater.
Still plastered against my chest, the mass of curls shifted, and a wave of sweet peaches I immediately recognized hit me right in the nose.
I breathed out a laugh. “I’ve missed you, too, roomie.”
Rosie, whose face was still inserted somewhere between my right pec and collarbone, cursed.
Without thinking about it, I threw my arms around her shoulders and shifted us both off of the steps and onto the sidewalk.
“Oh,” she let out a little breathlessly. “Oh, okay, thanks.”
Ignoring how soft she felt against me, I released her. “If I’d known you’d be welcoming me home like this, I would have come back earlier.”
Her laugh was self-conscious, and her cheeks a deep shade of pink. “Oh, funny. I didn’t see you there, obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have plowed into you.”
“I don’t mind being plowed into, Rosie,” I told her with a smile, noticing how easily her blush spread to her ears and neck. “Where are you headed? Looks like you are in a rush.”
“Oh, right!” Rosie’s eyes widened, as if she was just realizing that she had been racing down the stairs. “My landlord called. We’re meeting in my apartment with the contractor in less than an hour. The crack, remember?”
I nodded my head. “The little incident that wasn’t so little. I remember. That’s good news, though. It means things are moving forward?”
“Yep.” She averted her eyes, looking at my feet. “So, anyway. Sorry for the plowing. I should really go now. My landlord is a little… moody.”
I frowned. “Moody?”
“Well, he’s not really pleasant to be around.” She smiled. But it was toothy and tight, and I could already tell it wasn’t her real one. “Nothing I can’t handle, though.”
“I’m done for the day,” I fibbed. “Can I come?”
“You want to come?” She repeated, blinking a couple of times.
“I’m curious by nature. Have you not met my sister, Charo? It’s genetic.”
“It won’t be an exciting or fun meeting,” she warned, but I didn’t miss the quick flash of relief crossing her face. “Lots of standing around while the contractor evaluates the damages.”
My right knee throbbed. “Perfect. Lots of snooping around your place,” I countered, taking a few steps backward and keeping the grimace off my face. “You know, as the newly established town gossip and all.”
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