I arrived at the facilities not too long ago. And I had already seen it all, it basically consisted on men with really big muscles and women with their hair bathed in hair gel. I would do anything but that, I like my hair to be able to move, if it doesn’t move then it would cause the skin of the head not to breathe, narrowing the hair follicles. Meaning that you could go bald. I think I’ll pass that offer.
I ask people for directions to the camp of doctors or however it’s called. As I’m reaching the entrance I see the most handsome man in my entire life leaving and not sparing a glance in my direction. Holy mother of mothers I think I might be pregnant by just one single stare. He had dark hair that I imagine myself running my fingers through, it reached just below his ears. He definitely was in need of a haircut. His chocolate eyes were captivating and his face was adorned with freckles and a sharp jawline. He even had better lips than me (it wasn’t difficult but still). He wore the typical compression t-shirt that the people wore at the army along with the pants.
I’ve never been more thankful for a pair of clothes.
Insede of the building I go up to the reception looking at everything. It was really modern, posters of parts of the body were laid on the white walls, a couple of certificates too. There were also portraits of previous presidents. What surprised me was that there wasn’t a single soul in there, only the receptionist.
“Excuse me I was wond-”
“Name” the receptionist cuts me, not even bothering to look me in the eye. So kind.
“Viviana Mezzasalma”
“Room 113” still she didn’t look at me.
“Thanks” I say to her with my nicest tone and a fake smile in hopes that she at least glances at me. Unexpected outcome: She doesn’t. What a surprise.
When I open the door the first thing that comes to me is the heavy smell of sweat aka sex, that’s when the sound of moans come in. Nice.
I get a glimpse of a guy eating what I suppose is my roommate’s boob, I shriek making their eyes fall on me and stand there frozen when the guy says “wanna join darling?” I swallow thickly and mutter sorry as I quickly close the door. I stand there in the hallway, my back pressed against the wall and an image in my head I fear that won’t ever go away.
Around a minute later the guy opens the door, I face him, my cheeks super red and he winks at me and then kisses my roommate goodbye, he looks both ways into the hallway almost afraid that someone might see him and goes running to the stairs I came from. Finally looking at my roommates face she grabs my arm tightly and puts me in the room, When she lets go of my arm I massage it as she speaks up “please don’t tell anyone” I look up to her “you have a grip” I tell her “sorry” she says, looking down, “I won’t tell if you give me a tour” She nods.
© Alejandra Romero 2023-08-31