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water.
    “Yes, it’s me,” he finally said raising his head and looking away. His face was serious, as always.
    “You study Agronomy?” I asked looking to the side and seeing his profile.
    “Yeah.” He paused. “What about you?”
    “I study History. I am in my first year.”
    “I see.” He looked to one side, to my face, and his face seemed less serious, but he had not smiled yet.
    “What's your name?” I asked.
    “Natanael, but you can call me Natan.  And what’s your name?”
    He looked at my face again and his eyes noticed the freckles on my pale skin.
    “Petalouda, but everyone calls me Peta.”
    “Petalouda?” he shook his head. “It's a different name!”
    Soon I began to explain to him the origins of my name.
    “My mother chose that name because Petalouda means butterfly in Greek.”
    “I see!” he said again. “That’s interesting! I did not know that.”
    “Few people know it,” I said and smiled slightly. “My mother loved butterflies.”
    I looked down at the pool water and it reminded me of my mother's face.
    “I miss her so much.” I confessed.
    Natanael looked at me. I knew my face had changed in that moment because I felt sad talking about my mother.
    “What was the cause of your mother’s death?” He asked unexpectedly. He seemed moved by my loss. Almost immediately he looked away. Not feeling comfortable with our conversation, but he needed to ask that.
    “She died during heart surgery three years ago. My mother could not survive it.” I stopped talking and  lowered my head.
    “I'm very sorry,” he said.
    We were silent for a moment, until he broke the silence with a less painful question.
    “So that’s why you tattooed butterflies on your back? To honor your mother?”
    I nodded. “Yeah, but I got this tattoo when my mother was still alive.” I smiled feeling happier. “My mother loved this tattoo! I remember it as if it was yesterday.”
    “How good that your mother was in favor of it.” He looked to one side and smiled timidly. “If I get a tattoo on my body, I’m sure my parents would kill me and would not attend my funeral. I would simply be buried as an orphan.”
    I frowned. Natanael seemed to live imprisoned in a world of inflexible principles.
    “Your parents are rigid?”
    “Yes, they are very much so,” he confessed and looked down. “Much more than you can imagine.”
    I looked ahead. The silence arose between us again. Natanael pulled a mint from his pants pocket and rose, standing before me.
    “Would you like one?”
    I shook my head. “No, no. Thank you.”
    He pulled the mints to him and put it back into his pants pocket. He had done it just to be polite with me. Immediately I remembered that he was surrounded by mint bullet drops. I confess that I held back a smile. It reminded me of that day in the library.
    Natanael was very different from all the other guys I had met at college. He was shy, reserved and a complete demolisher of books. I would say that he was a professional executioner of books. Maybe he hated studies and was studying agronomy to satisfy the wishes of his controlling parents.
    “Do you drink?” I asked him after a while.
    “No, I do not,” he answered seriously.
    “Do you dance?”
    “No, I don’t.” Natan shook his head.
    “HAHAA, but today you will dance to a song, Natan!” I exclaimed standing up.
    He looked up and saw my arms pulling him by the shoulders.
    “Come on! I want you to dance with me to this song!”
    At that time a song was beginning to play - the music of Sia - Elastic Heart.
    “No, no! I do not know how to dance!” he confessed, still sitting down.
    “Please! Dance only to this song with me!”  I insisted.
    He looked up at my face. “Okay,” he finally muttered.
    Slowly he stood up.
    “But you have to teach me all the steps. I really do not know how to dance.” He ran his hand through his dark hair. “I'm a very shy guy! I don’t even know why I'm at this party. It’s not really my