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    I tried to keep my gaze away from his face. He had caused me anger and impatience.
    He pulled out the chair and sat down on it, in front of my desk. His books were left on the table. They were not opened. It seemed he was there just to talk to me.
    “I want to apologize about Friday. I guess I was not clear with you.”
    I looked at him. “Yes, you were clear.”
    Almost immediately I closed the book and began to collect my things. “You just made me feel like an idiot after being abandoned on the dance floor. And then leaving the party without saying a goodbye! Or see you later!”
    I got up, leaned the books against my breasts. Natan looked up and looked at me. I was dressed in a white blouse, a short, denim skirt and sandals.
    “I have no guilt if your shit shyness blocks you from forming relationships.” I faced him furiously. “But I think your excess of shyness with people should not impede you from being kinder to them.”
    I turned my back to him and started walking forward. My ears detected the sound of the chair being dragged back and someone standing up in a hurry.
    “Peta! Wait!”
    His hand tightly gripped my arm and he turned me to him. That unexpected and sudden pull made me shudder from my toes to the top of the head. I lifted my eyes and stared scared to Natanael's face. He turned his gaze to one side, scratched his nape after removing his heavy hand from my arm. I felt his fingers had calluses. It was a sign that he probably did some heavy duty work. I also realized that his skin was bronzed from the sun. He was probably under the sun’s rays often.
    “Tell me.” I mumbled and looked down. The fear from that shudder still bothered me. My body had never been shaken like that, not even when I had sex with my first boyfriend, after I lost my virginity in the Virgin Club.
    His eyes wandered for a moment and then he looked at me with some concern.
    “I-I want to invite you to e-e-eat pizza this weekend!”
    I bit my lips and kept looking down at the floor. Natanael kept looking at my face. I felt he feared my answer. His hand touched the back of his neck and he scratched it nervously.
    “Please, say something!” He pleaded.
    I lifted my head and looked into his dark eyes. He also looked into my blue eyes and we looked at each other in silence. We both seemed to be attracted to each other.
    “I will think about it,” I answered him.
    “All right.” He put his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. He looked to one side, then asking, “When may I know your answer?”
     
     

     
    In the evening, Denise came to my house. She'd asked me to brush her hair. The hair dryer was connected as I pulled the latest wavy ringlet off her head. After I finished my job,  Denise and I went into the living room and turned on the stereo to hear a stirring piece of music.
    “How are you going with Pablus?”
    We sat on the couch and Denise put her feet upon it. Her short shorts showed her thighs.
    “I do not know. I think he is winding me up. We got it on Friday, but after that, he always comes up with some excuse not to be with me.”
    “Hum hum,” I muttered. “I think you better get rid of him! He must be just another player! You need to find a guy who values you!”
    “I know that.” She agreed. “But I have not fallen in love to take the guy seriously. You know. I like to go out with the guys and get to know their performances in bed. For now I do not feel I’m prepared to be dating seriously and fucking the same guy all the time.”
    She looked at me and saw me distracted. I was thinking of something else.
    “What’s happened? You seem worried about something!”
    “I am,” I confessed, looking at her face.
    “You’re concerned about what? Do you need any money?”
    “That's not it. The pension that I earn is enough to pay for my comforts.”
    “So tell me what worries you!”
    “I know a guy in college. His name is Natanael ...”
    “Mmm.” Denise smiled and pushed my