Chapter 9 Tulips

• My date and blond Brandon look at each other, as if confirming that yes, indeed, they are both there, in the same place, for the same girl. One came because he asked me if I wanted to go out with him... the other apparently came to apologize for the kiss, obviously, he said it wasn't gentlemanly, but the reality is that I know how it all goes. He will apologize and say it was the wine, the culprit of all evils. To all of this, how did he know where I lived?
• If I'm being very honest... the truth is that I don't feel like listening to their apologies: I drank too much, I didn't really know what was happening, one thing led to another, but... in the end, we all know it shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry, little princess Adelaida, that was just a mistake, a small and silly dream. The man in question comes to admit it. The dream lasted very little. He should have never kissed me like that.
• "And you... who are you?" Brandon asks, pointing at my neighbor with obvious disdain, annoyance, and I dare say, anger. I suppose it's because they interrupted him, more than anything.