Débora #6 – That Afternoon
June 2, 2009It was winter of 1998, precisely June 3rd. I was in my last year of the Law School and specially in my last week of classes before the finals exams. As I used to work as a trainee in a Law Office in Santo Amaro, on that specifically week, I wanted to finish my job as quickly as possible and go to the library usually one hour before the beginning of the classes in order to study a little bit and solve all my doubts with the teacher before the finals.
But that day, I don´t know what happened with my intransigent and intolerant boss, who told me the week before that I could leave the office one hour before the usual till the end of the semester, there was not much work to do, we were great about deadlines, the thing is that he didn’t allow me to leave the office earlier.
So, there I was, stuck in the middle of that terrible traffic in front of Ibirapuera Park on the time that I suppose to be in class solving all my doubts. Minutes were passing by, and I couldn’t move my car even 10 meters. I can’t remember the music that was playing in my radio, but I remember that despite of my stress I was singing and dancing (if it’s possible to say that) and then I saw him… He was in a S-10 pick up on my right side. He was looking at me in a fixed way. I didn’t know if it was because he thought I was crazy, dancing and singing out loud, or if I was pretty or both. Later he told me that first of all he was looking at my car, a S-10 extended pick-up, asking himself if he did a good job buying a S-10 not extended pick-up and then he noticed the driver of the pick-up and then he looked at me, smiled (I’ve corresponded) and then he started to mime in order to discover my cellphone number.
He was a good look charming guy, cute, nice car I have to admit, and he was only asking my number. Miming I gave to him and he called me at the same time and we’ve started talking. Just an innocent flirt.
The class that I missed? I didn’t mind at all. What can I say, exactly seven years later we’ve got married.
So, Prince Charming do exist but don´t expect to meet him necessarily in a ball or a party, he can be anywhere.
It was winter of 1998, precisely June 3rd. I was in my last year of Law School in my last week of classes before the finals exams. As I used to work as a trainee in a Law Office in Santo Amaro, in that specifically week, I wanted to finish my job as quickly as possible and go to the library one hour before the beginning of classes in order to study a little bit and solve all my doubts with the teacher before the finals.
But that day, I don´t know what happened (to) my (inflexible) and intolerant boss, who told me the week before(,) that I could leave the office one hour before the usual (time until) the end of the semester. (Even though t)here was not much work to do (and) we were great about deadlines, he didn’t allow me to leave the office earlier (that day).
(As a consequence), there I was, stuck in the middle of that terrible traffic in front of Ibirapuera Park (at) the time I (was) suppose to be in class solving all my doubts. Minutes (went) by, and I couldn’t move my car even 10 meters. I can’t remember the music playing in my radio, but I remember that, despite my stress, I was singing and dancing — assuming it is possible to do that in a moving vehicle — and then I saw (my then to be husband) in a S-10 pick up on my right side, staring at me. (Who is HE? Careful with false suspense.)
I didn’t know if it was because he thought I was crazy, dancing and singing out loud, or if I was pretty or both. Later on, he told me he was looking at my car, a S-10 extended pick-up, asking himself if he did a good job buying a S-10 (regular) pick-up, (when) he noticed the driver of the pick-up and then looked at me. (He) smiled (at me and got a smile back). (Encouraged by the response,) he started to mime (so as) to discover my cellphone number.
He was a good look(ing), charming guy, |(and owned a) nice car I have to admit. (H)e was only asking (for) my number. (As soon as I gave him the number,) he called me (back). We started talking, just an innocent flirt. I missed the class, (which) I didn’t mind at all. What can I say, exactly seven years later we’ve married. (In other words, )Prince Charming do(es) exist but don´t expect to meet him necessarily in a ball or a party: he can be anywhere.
Great story, Debora.
I would like you to revise it one more time, and I think you should submit it as part of your portofolio.
Rick