of old wine and new friends [tavo&josefa]
Mar 28, 2023 22:20:50 GMT -5
Post by bugambilia on Mar 28, 2023 22:20:50 GMT -5
O C T A V I O .
"ningún cañón borrará
el surco de tu arrozal
el derecho de vivir en paz"
"Soñando siempre con
[Always dreaming about]
tus dulces besos voy
[your sweet kisses I go on]
cielo más tierno es mi corazón
[darling my heart is more tender]
y todo fue más hermoso
[and everything was more beautiful]
bajo el cielo de mi ilusión"
[under the sky of my illusion]
Tavo sang under his breath as he started organizing everything, a song his aunt taught him, just as her father had taught her, and so on and so on.
He was getting ready to close the butchery, everyone having already left. It was barely 4:30pm, but they closed early on thursdays.
As he put everything into it's respective place, he just hoped no one would come in. There was still a good half an hour before closing, the only reason he hadn't done it already was out of respect for his uncle, but all he wanted was to get the fuck out of there and just... Do whatever, he was exhausted after a long day of work, he wanted to be anywhere but in the butchery.
The universe must have had a personal vendetta against him because, as he was still on that train of thought, there was the sound of a bell ringing and steps approaching, wich could only mean one thing:
A client.
And, as much as he was aware that it was good for the business, he just wanted to take them by the shoulders and drag them away from the store.
He wasn't going to do it, of course, but a man can only dream.
His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at the person who had just arrived, he recognized her instantly.
"Epale Josefa! Long time no seen."
Josefa was a frequent customer in the butchery, he had first met her in school... Well, 'met' could be a little bit of an overstatement. They were quite a few years apart, so they never really hung out or even introduced eachother. To be completely honest, the biggest interaction they had during that time was probably a "hey, your backpack is open."
"I was starting to think you had left us for another butchery," he put his hands on the front desk, leaning over it, "you almost broke our hearts." His face turned into a pout, his right hand flying to his chest in an overly dramatic manner.
The pair weren't friends or anything, but after months of chatting over the counter he felt a sense of closeness when she was around, close acquaintances if you will.
"What do you want me to get you?"