– Hey, lazy butt, have you gone through todays comments already? – the voice of my conscience comes from the kitchen.

– Oh, shoot, – I squick to myself grabbing the laptop, – I am onto it right now!, – the confidence in my voice slightly less than I was heading for.

– If we lose followers, I will go to Barcelona alone and you will sit here enjoying the two-minute sunshine a day if lucky. So, please, answer them all and don’t write anything I wouldn’t write.

– I have already packed and Jeronimo has already paid for the two of us, so save your threats for another trip, would you?

– There won’t be another trip if you don’t answer them, or you might simply not live to the day, chubby!

I love the sincerity of our conversations. Warmth of the words selected and the complete mutual understanding and respect.

– Tomorrow is your turn, toothpick, – I shout back, – can’t wait to see you after some sangria trying to remember the hotel/bus/pants/earrings and whichever else prices people will be asking about in their comments.

At that precise moment I hear the “Stay away from Chloe” music and the sound of something breaking in the kitchen.

– Good Lord! – exclaims Lizzy running into the room with a two bowls full of milk, – I hope you hated a little red dotted mug I gave you for Christmas last year.

– I really did, thank you for saving me from it, – I laugh and make some more space for her to sit down. Not that it was needed though, cause Lizzy is a blue-eyed, short haired toothpick – not less than 178 cm tall and 150 of it might just be the legs.

She used to be a full time model, but her stubbornness has scared off most of the agencies, plus, her proper upbringing didn’t allow any nudity even a too-open dress. I really am proud of her – she never puts money first, choosing the one and only HER way things must work out. Not that it is easy but definitely worth it – Lizzy always has this air of confidence and tranquility around her, one just wants to stick and learn how she does that. Her zodiac sign is cancer and truly she carries its best traits always searching for someone to love, feed or listen to. Lizzy is my precious rebel.

– Soooo, are you ready to see Robert again? – she asks eyes glued to the screen on purpose.

– To see whom? – I asked almost choking on a piece of my wheat cereal and trying to figure out if I have ever met a Robert in my life and if I did why am I to see him again, and why is it being asked in such a sarcastically casual tone.

– I googled everything for you! Don’t bother to thank me. The guy from the last episode – Matthew – d’you remember? Cute? Dark eyed? Made you spill coffee without even swearing? Does this ring a bell?

At first it really didn’t, but then conveniently the screen showed him in all his glory. Oh… I blushed. I BLUSHED.

Lizzy laughed so hard she almost fell from her side of the sofa.

– Well, – she continued, – the good thing is that he is…tadadada…British. Being British is always the best thing in a guy, you know. Aaaand, even more, he is from Oldham! But don’t get your hopes high …

– What hopes, Lizzy, are you crazy? – I tried to interfere without any success, of course. –    … cause he originally is from Oldham, but he lives and works in the States now. –    Lizzy, are we still in 7th grade or what? Do I look like a “fanateen”? Do you expect me to fall in love with a movie star and go chase him all the way to wherever in the States he is?, – I stared at her waiting for reply but then the actor began to speak and I felt chills running down my spine.