<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 had tested the colors on a patch of the wall and tried to think like Lea, before he picked the two that seemed to be perfect. Removing his shirt he had started to roll the paint on the wall, whistling silently a happy tune. It was making fun to do something with his hands and he had finished two walls and was working on the third one, when a voice behind him made him turn around.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"What are you doing? Are those the colors I picked...?"</span><br/><br/>Carlos nodded and continued to paint the wall. There was no chance that he would stop now and would allow the paint to dry. He would finish the wall before allowing himself a break. He looked over to Lea, who didn't say a word about if she liked his choice or how it looked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Do you like it? I tried to put myself into your body when I had to made the decision between the colors we picked, but I guess that would those you would like most. But if I am wrong, we can repaint it with the other one..."</span><br/><br/>When Lea asked him if he would like something to eat, he remembered how delicious the meals she had brought with her sometimes had been. Of course he would like to eat something Lea had cooked. But not now, now they had to paint.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Later, honey, I would be very happy to eat one of your delicious meals. But right now I could need a helping hand around the windows. If you don't mind to make yourself a little bit dirty."</span><br/><br/>Honestly Carlos hoped that Lea would get a little bit turned on working next to him. He had no problems with some longer stay inside the shower between painting and cooking. As long as he wouldn't be alone in there. But the way Lea avoided to look at him, he was optimistic that wouldn't happen.</div>