<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 was more hurt by her words than he would ever admit to her. He wasn't offering her that job out of pity. Working together with Lea had been the best time in his life. For the first and unfortunately for the last time too, he had worked with someone who didn't put him into the mexican guy drawer. And Lea had always been more than a partner. She had looked into those things he had forgotten to check, she had been patient when he had been impatient and vice versa, she had cheered him up when he was down and she had been his other soul-half when he needed it. Lea had been way more than a partner and at that time he had believed that it was because of him being in love with her. But it wasn't the love thing, it was simply that they had both been swinging on the same wavelength. He wanted to work with her again, not out of sentimentality, but because it would make him work better. To hear now, that she accused him of offering her pity job - it stung. But he didn't retort, it wouldn't make any sense. Lea was too moody right now, as that any logical argument would get to her.<br/><br/>He heard her mauling something in the bedroom, but he didn't check on her. He had to give her the distance when she needed it and the proximity when she desired it. Instead he put his head back on the couch and wondered what would happen to him, if he didn't manage to get Lea out of her funk. Would it break him? Destroy him? Probably, it would be best to leave the town then and to move far away, so far away that even the memories of Lea wouldn't find him. The only problem was that he had no idea if there was any place where her memories would keep out.<br/><br/>He didn't look at her, when she applied make-up on her bruises. Looking at them made him feel like shit. Maybe he was some kind of shit. Seemed to be very likely, the way he had hit her. Finally he got up and grabbed his car keys, waiting for her at the door.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Dino's? Or would that be too many memories for you today?"</span><br/><br/>Dino's was a tiny-ish italian cafe downtown. As small as it was and as bad as it looked, it offered the best italian coffee and wonderful cakes from Dino's mom. They had often been there, while they had worked together. It was another place like Pedro's he had missed the past months.</div>