So That’s How You sleep?

It is the first thing she Heard when opens the door. And him, looking at her with a face between strange and funny air.

-No, I usually do it lying down and with my eyes closed… Yes, I sleep like this, it is comfortable, I need comfort to sleep …

-Well, it wasn’t to make you angry, it’s just that I’ve never seen you in your pyjamas, or whatever you have on …

-Comfortable clothing is called, Agustín…. Did you have breakfast?

-Yes, I had a coffee with milk early, but if you do mate I can do it.

-Ok, but bitter, and I bait. I put the water on while I wear “serious” clothes.

Agustín does not finish to define if she likes him or it bothers how bad temper Andrea has. Sometimes it amuses him, other times she answers so badly and curtly that it makes him want to get up and leave.

But today he got up in a good mood, the day is beautiful, the cold calmed down a lot, and Andrea seems to have a good day despite her obvious morning bad mood.

Meanwhile, in the room Andrea changes trying to find in the pile of clothes next to the bed; mixed the clean one with the dirty one, the one that returned from the laundry room with the one that she never put to wash … she shouts to Agustín asking how is the day, to orient herself what to wear.

The response “It is going to be a spectacular day” does not convince her. Agustín always so cool, always cool and in a good mood… can there be people like that or is it just a mask and deep down he is hot and bad with the rest of the world… like her ??

She leaves the bedroom already dressed; Jeans, long-sleeved shirt, and slippers, because they are not going anywhere yet.

-You will die of heat dressed like this; 23 degrees is forecast at noon!

But seeing Andrea’s murderous look, he falls silent and continues preparing the mate.

-Well, before leaving I see how it is. Give me, let me continue. Did you bring the books? Did you take notes yesterday in Gutiérrez’s class? I did not write anything down.

-Yes, I wrote a lot, I’ll pass them to you. Nothing complicated.

- He is an old idiot guy; I don’t care. I did well in the first Partial, and for the second we have time to study.

-Eh … I wanted to comment on that topic …

-What, what’s up?

-No, it is that… — Agustín cannot believe that he is afraid to say something to a girl of the same age as him, who he met three months ago in college and they study together because they discovered that they live a block away and he passes them all the notes that she misses.

-I’m not going to be able to study for the second Partial here.

-What? Why? What happened? — In that moment Andrea begins to regret a little bit of being so rude, and not admitting that the boy is better than bread; that she will not find someone else to taking charge.

-I’m going on a trip. Well, We’re going on a trip: with my family for two weeks, so I’m going to study meanwhile; I hope I can; but I won’t be able to come study with you those two weeks.

Did she notice a hint of pity in that part? Did it make him sad not to be able to study with her or to have to study on a trip with her family? Andrea was thinking all this while she passed him the mate.

-Don’t worry; I will manage by myself. If I could before, I can now-

She did not want to give that air of superiority of woman “I can do everything”, but sometimes it was stronger than her. And yes, it was so, not because she was a woman she could do less than another.

It suited her well, it was good that Augustine studied with her, the guy was constant, orderly, methodical; everything she never managed to be. But he had reached the 3rd year of Advocacy by her own means and if necessary; she would still be alone.

But she had to admit that Augustín was good company. And precisely because of that, it turned out to be hurtful or ironic with him more than with the rest. Who understands women, nor did she understand herself sometimes.

While Agustín told him about the family trip they had planned, Andrea thought about why she liked to prick him, tease him. It was to deconstruct it a little, to get it off its axis. It amused her to see his puzzled faces when she dropped a scathing comment. He was a good boy. Too good, maybe.

How was she going to be two weeks away from him. The more she thought about it, the more a lump began to form in her throat, filling his eyes with tears, without understanding what was happening to her.

She had to rush into the bathroom before her face was soaked.

In the end, she had succumbed.