“It would be my pleasure, my pleasure to learn more about Spain,” Katrina said in reference to the lady stating that perhaps she may know it now. Katrina had smiled too, a small formal smile.
The dark blonde lady was nice, Katrina had decided, really nice, but in a way confusing. She had drifted into her thoughts, and Katrina had no idea what she was thinking, what she was imagining, or what she thought of Katrina. Perhaps she thought Katrina was being too formal, she was too tense, or perhaps she did not like her. There where so many different thoughts, the lady could be thinking about her- it could be nice, bad or in between, and Katrina hoped it was the first, if she wanted to navigate Europe’s strange lands, she needed someone who understood Europe’s strange lands perfectly, someone who grew up in them. So when Katrina had asked her question, she had feared that maybe she had messed up, she had asked a question that was far too personal, so she had quickly apologized but the lady- Azucena, did not seem to take any offense to it.
Instead, she had told her that indeed she had been in love before, twice and with the same man, causing Katrina to be surprised, “How does one fall twice with the same man?” She had asked, her tone polite and curious. “Whoever he is,” Katrina had added, “Is lucky to have caught your heart, my lady” Katrina said, politely, giving her a smile, one that was wider than the smiles she had given her as she was interested, truly curious in how one manages to fall In love with the same man twice.
But if that man truly had made a woman fall for him twice, then the man most be filled with charm, the same charm that Harrison seemed to possess, the same charm that never made her stop smiling. Against, her better judgement, Katrina found herself giggling out loud as she thought about him, about how everything always seemed to bring a smile on her face, she could not help herself to say, “He sounds like my love,” Katrina had confessed, “The man I speak off, he was a good man, charming, arrogant but his heart was filled with gold, I do not know if you know him, but he was quite charming, perhaps the loves we speak about are friends. For I too would perhaps drown, if I do not get the chance to see my love again, to tell him all that I have been meaning to tell him.”
The conversation had switched, and Katrina had asked about the meaning of Azucena’s name, as they introduced themselves to each other. “Pure,” Katrina had said, “My name means pure, it is not a name typically giving to my people, in fact I think it has european origins, but I was named after a character in a story my father liked, one whose heart was pure,”
“No I have not met any of the ladies, and indeed I shall like to be shown around London if its not too much trouble for you,”
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