“Okay,” she says slowly.
“What?”
“You’re talking about him like he’s a big deal. He may have a magical dick, but if you keep having sex with him, you’re going to have to address the word you hate so much.”
“I don’t hate it.”
“You have commitment issues, Ale.”
“I do not,” I refute.
“Do to. Don’t deny it, you’re a Gemini, it’s in your chart.”
“Don’t spew that zodiac crap to me.”
“What’s his sign?” I look at her.
“What the fuck is that supposed to do? Absolutely nothing.”
“It’s everything. Now tell me, what’s his zodiac sign?”
“Leo,” I whisper.
“You do like him!” she exclaims.
“Stop with that, Vio, I don’t. I hated him a few weeks ago. He just bearable now.”
“You wouldn’t have known his zodiac sign if you didn’t like him,” she points out and I cringe.
“I know what you’re about to say, and I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
“The fact that you’re a Gemini and he’s a Leo says a lot, Ale. He’s most likely feeling the same way you are. The only difference is, if you want to pull the man, you have to compliment him. It’s the only way to his heart.”
“He is an egotistical bastard, that’s for sure.” I inhale and exhale slowly, trying to understand all the words coming out of my best friend’s mouth. “You always tell me zodiacs are fake, but you just admitted defeat. I win!”
“You do not.” She just laughs as we keep sipping our coffee and carry on with our conversation. Far away from my problems.
Luca is in my apartment.
I repeat, Luca Donatello is standing in front of me. I just walked in to be met with a cool breeze and his heated stare. His posture is as straight as ever, clad in black sweatpants and a hoodie.
It’s decided. I am going fucking crazy.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him in alarm.
“I got bored in Italy, so I came here,” he says nonchalantly.
“How did you even know I was in Mexico?”
“You and your friend are all over Instagram.” He hands me his phone; I scroll through the pictures of me and Violetta enjoying our coffees.
“Didn’t realize I was famous now.”
“Are you serious? You’re the first female F1 driver. You don’t think people will be taking photos of you everywhere? Get used to it, that’s what comes with being on the grid.”
“I guess it doesn’t help that my best friend also happens to be a professional tennis player,” I say indecisively. I’ve never had my picture taken while I was out. This is a weird feeling, and I don’t know how to process it.
“Don’t you find it a little intrusive to walk into a person’s home without their prior knowledge?” I say to him.