Bajaban por la pasarela que cruza el río Guadalete subidos en una bicicleta. Él pedaleaba y agarraba con firmeza el manillar donde ella iba sentada, bien recogidita en su pecho, resguardada de la brisa húmeda que ya se levantaba mientras iba anocheciendo. Sus 15 años olían a sal y algas, iban desparramando arena de los pies descalzos y el torso moreno del muchacho delataba su etnia gitana. Ella, con un bikini verde muy bien puesto, unas bermudas rosa chicle y un moño desaliñado entre anaranjado y caoba, miraba los coches pasando, distraída.

– La Esperanza me ha dicho que se ha liado con el Fran… – Su voz se antojaba más rota de lo que sus ojos castaños anunciaban. Muy dulce, por cierto.
– Ya era hora, el pobrecillo llevaba detrás suya desde mayo… – No parecía nada sorprendido.
– Desde mayo, dice… Eso no es nada, canijo. El amor no se demuestra en 2 meses.
– A mí me lo vas a decir… – La sonrisa se le escapaba por la comisura de los labios, como si quisiera saltar al vacío gritando de alegría. Pero se contuvo, y la retuvo en la mirada. – Anda que no tardaste tú nada en decirme “te quiero”…
– ¿Y valió la pena o no valió la pena, canijo?
– Contigo nunca hay pena, gitana.

Míralos, tanta sencillez no cabe en una acera. 

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Short stories IV: You took a long time to say I love you.

They went down the footbridge that crossed the river riding a bike. He was pedaling and firmly holding the handlebars where she was sitting, well safe at his chest from the humid breeze that was rising with the sunset. Their 15 years smelled like salt and seaweed, sand scattered from their bare feet, and the dark naked body of the young boy gave away their gypsy ethnicity. She, with a very flattering green bikini, bubble gum pink shorts, a scruffy bun half way orange – half way auburn, was looking at the passing by cars, absent-minded.

– Hope told me she kissed Frank… – her voice sounded croakier than her brown eyes would tell. Very sweet, nevertheless to say.
– It was about time. He had a crush on her since May. – He did not seem surprised.
– Since May… that’s nothing, skinny boy. One cannot show love in just 2 months.
– So you say… – his smile was running away from the corner of his lips, but he stopped it, and contained it in his eyes. – You took a long time to say “I love you”.
– Was it worth it or not, skinny boy?
– It is always worth it with you, my gypsy girl.

Look at them, there is no room for such an ease in this side way.