He closes the hood and surrounds me, leaning over his seat and coming out with the keys dangling from his fingers. He activates the car alarm and approaches again, as I look at him puzzled, demanding an explanation.
Samuel: Come on.
May: Where to?
Samuel: To find a service station, a house or something (he says looking around).
May: Stop, are you planning to leave the car here? (I question in amazement).
Samuel: And what else can I do? (Responds calmly).
May: Wait for someone to pass and we…?
Samuel (interrupts me): A stranger would never help us.
May: What about insurance? (I ask, raising both eyebrows).
Samuel (takes out his cell phone and shows it to me): No signal.
I sigh, exhausted and he begins to walk away, into the green fields that surround that deserted road. After taking a few steps, she stops and turns around, seeing that I am still leaning against the car.
Samuel: Is he coming or not?
May: Yes, but stop treating me like that.
Samuel: What?
May: Stop treating me as "you". I hate that.
Samuel (chuckles): And how did the ...
May (interrupt): Like normal people.
Samuel: Well ... if you gave ... (I look at him with hatred) if you say.
May: Much better (smiles). Will you open me? I need to get something out.
He nods and walks over. He opens the back door and I lean over to where I was sitting minutes ago. I open the backpack and take out all the heavy clothes, spilling them on the seat. I leave only what is necessary inside: makeup, a mirror, glasses, a comb and other nonsense. I get out of the car with the backpack hanging from my shoulder and I collide brutally with someone. When I look up, I can see Samuel's eyes locked with mine. One of my hands rests on his chest, while the other holds what is hanging over my back. He is so close that I can feel the shock of his breath against my face and the touch of his hands on my waist. A strange sensation runs through my body, as if small bubbles exploded inside me, multiplying like cells and chasing each other, managing to awaken my nerves. Part of me wants to stop feeling this, but at the same time, another enjoys being like this ... and I don't know why. Anyway, it seems like he's not even going to let me go.
The sudden noise of a horn makes me react. Samuel walks away and drags me towards him, until I end up on the ground, on his chest.
May: But what ...
The wind hits me in the face and I see a truck go by, almost brushing my feet.
May: ... idiot.
Samuel: I just saved your life huh.
May (I interrupt): I'm not talking about you (I say, getting up). I'm talking about the sick man who almost killed us.
Samuel: It wasn't his fault. We were in the middle of the road (he stands up). Are you okay?
May: Yes, I think.
Samuel: Before they kill us again ... can we go?
May (bufo): Come on.
He reaches down and lifts my backpack off the ground.
Samuel: What are you bringing here? Bricks?
May: My things. Don't be like my brother.
Samuel: It weighs a lot. Walk, I carry it.
May: Well, whatever you want.
I add to get ahead of those fields, which seem to have no end, no life.