Patricia
I walk down the stairs and come across Pablo feverishly entering the living room.
Pablo: Good evening!
Me: Good evening, how are you?
I say to myself: What are you doing? Stop!
But it's too late.
I catch myself asking him how he is. Me, Patricia asking a boy how he is. I don't recognize myself. And I don't know how this could have happened.
Pablo: Fine and you?
Me: Also good, thank you.
A minute of silence passes. Meanwhile, Pablo sits on the couch and I walk down the stairs. I am standing in the center of the living room not knowing what to say.
Me: You...
Pablo: I...no you first
We spoke at the same time.
Me: You're probably looking for my mother. She's not home yet but she will be soon.
Pablo: Okay, thanks.
Me: Would you like something to drink?
Pablo: Uh, no th
