O más bien "Mi cuento de las mil y una noches particular". La história con aquel chico árabe que mencionaba al final del post anterior.
Como ya comenté él era albañil y trabajaba en una obra a escasos metros the restaurant where I worked. I remember the first time I saw him and it caught my attention. He was very handsome, with the typical features of the Arabs, beautiful black eyes ... disturbing and captivating at the same time.
was going to eat each day to the restaurant with other colleagues and from the first moment I saw how I looked, those black eyes never left me, sometimes I could feel it behind me. But do not bother me, but sometimes could feel his eyes undressing me, on the contrary, I felt rather flattered.
In the restaurant had hung a blackboard with the menu and I just had to go through the tables and take note what the customers wanted to eat and then serve. When I went to, he always repeated the same scene:
- What do you want first?
- I do not know ..... What's up?
- You got on the board.
And without taking his eyes from mine I answered:
- I prefer to tell you, I'd like to hear your voice.
As I said this was repeated every day. At first this bothered me a little time (the whole restaurant was crowded and no further than their peers in the same table), but eventually even I liked that kind of game. I read all kinds of compliments but never was rude. One day I even invited for dinner but I declined. I do not know ..... that seemed a bit strong and you have to take into account that in those time I was with my ex, only that we left for a while for problems that are irrelevant now, but I have to admit I was tempted, tempted me and how.
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