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Kira:
— Has he called yet?
It's eight thirty in the morning on the second day post drunkenness, as soon as I walked through the salon door, Andrea cornered me.
—No. No news.
She pats me lightly on the back.
— Easy, he will.
I don't think so, but thanks.
At the orphanage Mickey refuses to eat his oatmeal, I have sweetened it with honey and bribed him with cookies afterwards, but his jaw is still clenched and unmoving. My phone rings.
— Has he called you yet? - It's Kelly. It sounds like she's are practicing guitar.
— No. He hasn't.
—Look, I don't have much experience with men, you know that Leila and I have been together since we were fifteen, and that I only interact with the male gender of the species when my girlfriend feels like a threesome.
— Kelly! Arggggg, that's too much information.
— Sorry, anyway. I think if he hasn't called, he is not really interested in you. Anyone else would have run after you the minute they received those photos.
— Thanks.
It's six in the afternoon, I heat up a pre-made meal in the microwave and my cell phone rings.
— Any news? - Mila asks.
— Nope. The man hasn't say a peep.
This ridiculous situation is beginning to exasperate me. I'm aware of what I did, going out and hooking up with the Russian was stupid, I did it to annoy Patrick and get rid of him, I wanted to be free again and I already am. I should be happy.
— I think you should call him, if you really like him that much you should give him a second chance.- Mila advises. - But who am I to give sentimental advices, huh?
— I'd give him up to ten second chances, seriously. It seems like he's uninterested.
My cell phone rings and I grunt in protest, looking at the digital clock, it's eleven fifty... my heart is racing... could it be him?
— Did he call? - asks Jess.
— No, but you did. - I grumble. - You've all been asking the same thing all day.

— Look, if he hasn't called, maybe it's for the best. You know that I admire you, when I grow up I want to be just like you. Going through life breaking hearts and having a soul of stone.
Not exactly, but thanks.
— If he doesn't call, you can freely go back to your thing like nothing happened here, so... We'll go out next Saturday, what do you say?
— Sure, count on me. - I hang up.

Patrick:
— If we get back together I'll dance a striptease for you.
—If you like your girlfriend so much, why do you fuck me so good, huh? You are all the same, you use us, you abuse us and then you kick us out.
— Don't come here, if you do, I'll call the police
— Answer me, can't you see I'm calling you?!
— Are you coming tonight? Say yes. Hmmm? I'm waiting.

I don't even know what to think of all that... Some time during her night out two days ago she got extremely drunk, that is evident and her ideas ran incoherent from one extreme to another.I have at least thirty voicemails recorded on my cell and she also sent me ten photos.
The photos are outrageous to say the least, if I'm completely honest I would call them pornographic. The girl made a real orgy with food.
She poured wine over her breasts and sent me the photo, then she seductively tried to devour a pizza but ended up rubbing all the cheese on her breasts.
And what to say about her mouth pressed on the top of the bottle she held, her tongue caressing the tip of it? That tigress is going to kill me. She's unpredictable. She goes out and hooks up with another guy, I catch them together, she smiles like the cat that ate the fattest canary and a few miserable hours later she burns my cell phone, leaves me fifty missed calls and a trail of cheeky photos.

I shake my head. Truth is... she attracts me, she is sexy and spontaneous, it seems like she likes sex as much or more than I do, but I'm not going to give her another chance. With all this she's proven to be insecure and strangely immature, I'm not to deal with a fight- picking human right now, I'd intended to go see her tonight to make things clear but my lord's asked me to stay. There is something strange in the air tonight, the full moon is gigantic and the wind seems to whisper in my ear. I'm in the grip of a strange expectation.
Something really important will happen before dawn.

Kira:

It's the morning of the fourth day post-drunk and post Patrick. He didn't call, he isn't going to and I refuse to be the first to bend over backwards. It's eleven o'clock i the morning, I leave the salon and go home, I'm stained with red dye, my t- shirt is disgusting. I change my clothes to go to the orphanage and help with lunch. My doorbell rings.
My heart falls into my stomach and the butterflies that had started to grow there turn into helicopters. Theos!
I go downstairs, opening the door to find a trio of strangers standing there.
— Hello. - A teenager smiles at me, she is a girl, I know it from her features and her voice but
—We´ve come to invite you to a party. You will come, right?
— I...
The girl smiles maliciously, I see her pupils dilate and my mind goes blank.