Pedri González ⁰¹

Helena had arranged a meeting with someone named Gavi.

You'd never even heard of it.

But she...never knew how to say no.

"Go in my place, please," she pleaded, "just pretend it's me, he won't know."

You rolled your eyes.

It's going to go wrong.

No way!

It gave.

Or…it seemed like it was going to.

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The plan on the other side wasn't all that great either.

Gavi had to go to a last-minute family dinner...and sent someone else in her place.

Who?

Pedri.

That he didn't know "Helena".

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You arrived at the restaurant, saw the black shirt, and went straight there.

— Gavi?

Helena?

Ready.

You were not Helena.

He wasn't Gavi.

And yet the meeting still took place.

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The conversation was light. Effortless. No awkward silences.

Before you knew it, you were laughing as if you knew each other.

And that... was the strangest thing of all.

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"I'll take you," he said, already opening the car door.

You hesitated, but you accepted.

The journey was peaceful, with casual conversations and a comfortable silence.

When the car was parked, you slowly unbuckled your seatbelt.

He gave a half-smile.

Can we schedule a second meeting?

One second.

Two.

There was no response.

Good evening, Gavi.

He let out a low chuckle.

Good evening, Helena.

You got out of the car, still with a smile on your face.

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As soon as he entered the house, he was startled by Helena appearing out of nowhere.

You were quite scared.

— What a scare!

How was it? Nice? Boring?

— “Gavi”…

• HE SPEAKS!

You stare into nothingness, remembering.

— Different from what I imagined.

• That is good..?

You pick up your phone and see the saved contact.

A small smile.

• Good.

Helena's eyes widen.

I warned you!

You laugh and lie down on the bed.

On the other side of town

Gavi was at the door.

"Hey there?" he asks the moment he sees Pedri.

— Calm down — Pedri laughs, entering.

Pretty? Cool?

Pedri throws the key on the table, lost in thought. He ends up smiling, remembering.

— She's difficult to explain.

He picks up his cell phone, looking at the open conversation.

But I want to find out more.