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the way to Santa Barbara. At least the club was right there; otherwise, this drive would have been crazy. From Gui’s building, I would go to the club, and from the club back to Los Angeles.
I arrived at ten in the morning in the guys’ building and found Gui on the sidewalk in front of the main entrance. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue polo that accentuated the vivid color of his eyes. He wasn’t wearing a baseball cap, which was unusual, and I noticed his dark brown hair was cut shorter on the back and sides, while on top it was still neatly unkempt. I knew that if it wasn’t for my panic attacks, and if we weren’t practically family, my heart would have beaten faster each time I saw him.
I parked my car half a block away—it was the only free spot around—and walked back. With a smile, he met me halfway.
“ Bom dia ,” he said.
“Morning,” I replied, smiling too. “Do you have the keys?”
He jingled them in his hand. “I do.”
“I confess, I’m curious about this apartment.”
“Then let’s end your curiosity.” Gui opened the front door of his building for me, guided me through the lobby, and pressed the elevator button, as if I didn’t know my way around. A low ding sounded overhead and one of elevator’s doors opened. He gestured for me to go in first, then followed me, and pressed the button to the fifth floor.
He leaned on the mirrored wall at the back of the elevator. “So, you ditched us again last night.”
I grimaced. “Yeah. Sorry.”
He tsked. “You should say that to your sister and Bia. They were really pissed at you.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“But … you were all right, right? I mean, you just didn’t go because you didn’t want to, right? Nothing happened?”
One corner of my lips curled up. “Yeah, I was all right.”
He nodded. “Good.”
I forced myself to keep up with the small talk. “Did you guys have a good time?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
He lifted one eyebrow. “I might be going mad, but sometimes I think going out like that is getting a little old.”
I gasped to tease him. “What? Gui Fernandes is saying he’s tired of partying? No way!”
With a lopsided smile, he shook his head. “Shut up.”
Once in the hallway of the fifth floor, Gui turned right and stopped in front of apartment 503—there were six apartments per floor here, while on his floor, which was the last floor, there were only two.
“Here we go,” Gui said, opening the door for me.
We entered a living room, which opened to a small breakfast area and a small kitchen, imitating the guys’ apartment, but on a much smaller scale. The floor was hardwood throughout, and the walls were being painted a pale beige tone. There were paint cans, brushes, and low ladders in a corner, and the furniture was pushed together in the middle of the room, covered with blankets. There was no balcony, but I didn’t need one. It was easy to see that the kitchen had recently been upgraded, and the appliances and cabinets looked brand new. A hallway opened to the left, leading to a linen closet, a tiny laundry room with a new washing machine and dryer, a bathroom, one bedroom that was a small studio with a desk, chair, and sleeper sofa, and one suite with a queen bed, dresser, armchair, a small walk-in closet, and a nice attached bathroom.
Nothing much, but unlike every other apartment Bia and I looked at, I couldn’t see one thing wrong with this one. Could it be this easy?
“What’s the trick here?” I muttered.
“What did you say?” Gui asked.
“I’m just wondering … there must be something wrong with this apartment. Or maybe the building.” I turned to him. “What’s wrong with the building? The elevator breaks every week? The management doesn’t clean the hallways and lobby too often? The neighbors suck?”
Gui chuckled. “The neighbors are awesome,” he said, gesturing to himself. I shook my head with a smile. “Seriously, though, I can’t
I arrived at ten in the morning in the guys’ building and found Gui on the sidewalk in front of the main entrance. He was wearing jeans and a dark blue polo that accentuated the vivid color of his eyes. He wasn’t wearing a baseball cap, which was unusual, and I noticed his dark brown hair was cut shorter on the back and sides, while on top it was still neatly unkempt. I knew that if it wasn’t for my panic attacks, and if we weren’t practically family, my heart would have beaten faster each time I saw him.
I parked my car half a block away—it was the only free spot around—and walked back. With a smile, he met me halfway.
“ Bom dia ,” he said.
“Morning,” I replied, smiling too. “Do you have the keys?”
He jingled them in his hand. “I do.”
“I confess, I’m curious about this apartment.”
“Then let’s end your curiosity.” Gui opened the front door of his building for me, guided me through the lobby, and pressed the elevator button, as if I didn’t know my way around. A low ding sounded overhead and one of elevator’s doors opened. He gestured for me to go in first, then followed me, and pressed the button to the fifth floor.
He leaned on the mirrored wall at the back of the elevator. “So, you ditched us again last night.”
I grimaced. “Yeah. Sorry.”
He tsked. “You should say that to your sister and Bia. They were really pissed at you.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“But … you were all right, right? I mean, you just didn’t go because you didn’t want to, right? Nothing happened?”
One corner of my lips curled up. “Yeah, I was all right.”
He nodded. “Good.”
I forced myself to keep up with the small talk. “Did you guys have a good time?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
He lifted one eyebrow. “I might be going mad, but sometimes I think going out like that is getting a little old.”
I gasped to tease him. “What? Gui Fernandes is saying he’s tired of partying? No way!”
With a lopsided smile, he shook his head. “Shut up.”
Once in the hallway of the fifth floor, Gui turned right and stopped in front of apartment 503—there were six apartments per floor here, while on his floor, which was the last floor, there were only two.
“Here we go,” Gui said, opening the door for me.
We entered a living room, which opened to a small breakfast area and a small kitchen, imitating the guys’ apartment, but on a much smaller scale. The floor was hardwood throughout, and the walls were being painted a pale beige tone. There were paint cans, brushes, and low ladders in a corner, and the furniture was pushed together in the middle of the room, covered with blankets. There was no balcony, but I didn’t need one. It was easy to see that the kitchen had recently been upgraded, and the appliances and cabinets looked brand new. A hallway opened to the left, leading to a linen closet, a tiny laundry room with a new washing machine and dryer, a bathroom, one bedroom that was a small studio with a desk, chair, and sleeper sofa, and one suite with a queen bed, dresser, armchair, a small walk-in closet, and a nice attached bathroom.
Nothing much, but unlike every other apartment Bia and I looked at, I couldn’t see one thing wrong with this one. Could it be this easy?
“What’s the trick here?” I muttered.
“What did you say?” Gui asked.
“I’m just wondering … there must be something wrong with this apartment. Or maybe the building.” I turned to him. “What’s wrong with the building? The elevator breaks every week? The management doesn’t clean the hallways and lobby too often? The neighbors suck?”
Gui chuckled. “The neighbors are awesome,” he said, gesturing to himself. I shook my head with a smile. “Seriously, though, I can’t
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