<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos shook his head when Lea asked him if he liked snow. But he was surprised that she mentioned her son of her own. She had not done it without purpose though, he knew her long enough after all those years they had worked together.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm a mexican guy, Lea. I like the warmth, the sun, the beach, lazy siestas at noon. I don't like cold, snow, rain and blizzards. But that wasn't what you wanted me to ask, right? Lea, we both know each other long enough now. I know that you feel my mood changes and that you can sense when something is off. You wanted to ask me something different, so why don't you ask me? Why are you holding back? What do you fear, that I get pissed or angry? Or that I have secrets I hold back from you? That I am not faithful, a liar? Lea, you say you love me and you know that I love you, you said our love is strong enough to help you through your problems. It is by far strong enough to stand the truth. If you want to know something, ask me, I will answer honestly."</span><br/><br/>He looked at her while the car got slowly warmer. He could drive already, but he preferred to stand here while they talked. It allowed him to look at her and to read her expressions. Lea was like an open book to him, when he could look in her eyes, but it was difficult when he could only sense the little shifts in her mood.</div>