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-I have been waiting for this moment for so long...

The moonlight illuminated his face, bathed in anxiety.

-You're my friend for a long time. You don't have to swear it to me. Then will you go?

-Of course! I'm very happy, Bea. So, so excited.

-What did she tell you exactly?

-To go to her place and take a look at her computer.

-What's wrong with her computer?

-It's broken. Or so she says, it's an excuse to see me in private.

-No, it's probably broken.

-No, she hasn't been able to tell me what was wrong. It's obvious that she is making it up.

-Because she has probably no idea about ​​computers. But something happens to that computer.

-No. Trust me.

-Whatever you say.

-Lately she talks to me a lot in class, we have never talked so much.

-And what do you talk about?

-About what we see in class, about homework, about everything actually.

-Does she ask for your homework?

-Well, she asks me to take a look from time to time.

-From time to time?

-Everyday. But she doesn't copy it. She puts it with her words.

-Miguel, I'm sorry to tell you this. That girl has an interest in you, right, but not the kind you imagine.

Miguel's face lit up.

-What are you saying, Bea? What are you saying? Why are you attacking me? I notice when a girl likes me.

-You say you notice when a girl likes you? Oh my god, you don't know how much you're wrong. You would not notice a bull that is beginning to gore you.

-Shut up.

-Look, I'm telling you because I'm worried about. You should stay away from that girl, believe me.

-I'm not going to argue with you. Not telling you anything else. You are not supporting me.

-If supporting you means telling you what you want to hear, you're right.

-Whatever you say.

Silence. Straight Martini gulps. The sound and salty smell of the waves against the breakwater at night. Even through the wetted neurons of Miguel, a suspicious thought was made. What had Bea meant when she had mocked him for saying he noticed when a girl liked him? Does she...? The suspicion was the gasoline that ignited a burning within him. He drank several more gulps from the bottle. It seemed that she had also noticed the slip, because she remained silent. She rarely kept quiet when he told her to shut up. Within Miguel's consciousness, fibers never before cherished began to be. He remembered days long ago, when he had seen her in a different way. At first, when they first met. Afterwards, those emotions were silenced.

Bea finally broke the tense silence, with certain difficulties in pronunciation:

-Look, you're my friend and I'll be honest. You need to hear a few truths. You are a dumb asshole. The way you have approached Nadia is wrong. You have done it wrong from the beginning. Do you think that she will date with you in a romantic way one day? It's hilarious. She always answers your messages with ambiguous phrases, which you interpret as you want to interpret. She is playing with you. And since it's a game, she will play until she gets bored. By then she will have broken several times your capacity for resistance, and you will have gotten up many other times to continue being in her game. Meanwhile, you will have fixed her computer, helped her pass some subjects, and more favors that I don't know because you are ashamed to tell me. Deep down you know the truth. Wake up! You're an idiot, I've had a crush on you for a long time and you didn't have a clue. We could be together, now. And you say you notice when a girl likes you. You are an emotional blind man!

-Wait, you...?

-Shut up. I don't want to talk to you anymore.

-Mm okay.

Miguel put down the bottle. So it was true. The old days took shape. He felt a whirlwind of fire go through his interior, from head to toe, stirring wild emotions with the help of alcohol. He didn't know how to approach the situation. His dull mind only suggested nonsense.

So, he began to undress.

-What are you doing? -Bea snapped.

-I'm going to bathe naked.

-Here? You will smash against the rocks. And the water must be freezing cold.

-So what? After how you have insulted me, nothing can hurt me more.

-If you undress, I undress.

-Go ahead.

And there, under the moonlight, Miguel and Bea undressed on the breakwater. Miguel ran to the end. And Bea followed him. Neither of them had any idea what they were doing. He jumped into the water and she followed, without thinking. Foam, pain and cold was the first thing they experienced. Minutes later, however, after several games of splashing the other and sinking each other's head in the water, what they felt was heat, pleasure and passion. That they intertwined their naked bodies under the water was just a matter of time. They looked each other in the eye.

-And since when do you say you've a crush on me?

-I'm not gonna answer that, I've talked too much. You say something.

Silence.

-What? You don't say anything?

-No. I don't know. I am nervous. And drunk. I am dreaming.

Bea gave him a loud slap.

-You see? You are not dreaming, it's as real as can be.

Ignoring the aggression, Miguel looked into Bea's eyes, only illuminated by the light of the moon. He felt hypnotized by them. Those deep blue eyes... They had always looked at him in a concrete way. One he had consistently misinterpreted. There, in those penetrating eyes, he finally found the truth. The one that had been beating in a blind spot of his conscience, tireless, for so many years.

The most real truth of his life.