Lucia
Fifteen minutes later, I find myself at the one place I really want to be right now. I hate to admit it, but this entire mess was my fault, and I must swallow my pride for the first time in my life and call the only person that can make me happy.
“What do you want, Sir? I am busy,” she responds with an attitude. Here I am trying to swallow my pride, and she doesn’t even care. Calm down, Gabriel.
“Busy doing what?” I inquire, trying to keep my tone steady.
“Can I help you with something?” Her words dripped with sarcasm. Does she have to be so nasty?
“I want to see you. I am downstairs,” I whisper softly.
“Oh well, what a shame, but I could care less about what you want, so you may go now.”
“Come on Lucía,” I can’t believe what I am about to say, but “I’m sorry.”
“What did you
