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dialogues in spanish!
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Enzo Vogrincic had been in Argentina for just two days, and already, he found himself lost. The streets of Buenos Aires were alive with energy—crowds moving like tides, laughter echoing from nearby cafés, and the distant sounds of tango drifting through the air. He glanced at his phone for the third time, trying to decipher the directions in a city that was as charming as it was confusing.
"Perdido, ¿no?" a melodic voice called out from nearby.
Enzo turned to see a young woman standing under the shade of a tree. Her smile was warm and inviting, her dark curls cascading down her shoulders. She carried a sketchbook tucked under her arm and looked at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Uh… sí," Enzo admitted with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck. "Estoy buscando el Teatro… pero parece que no tengo idea de dónde estoy." His Uruguayan accent rolled off his tongue naturally, but it only made her smile widen.
"You’re close," she said, switching to a slightly accented but fluent Spanish. “But I can see why you’re struggling. This city has a habit of turning simple directions into a maze.”
Enzo chuckled. "No kidding. I’m here for a meeting, and I’m going to be late at this rate."
"Don’t worry," she said, stepping closer. "I can take you there if you’d like. I’m heading that way anyway."
"¿De verdad?" he asked, relief washing over him.
"Claro," she nodded, offering her hand. "Soy (Y/N), por cierto. Encantada."
"Enzo," he replied, shaking her hand gently. "Y gracias, (Y/N). Me salvaste."
As they walked through the bustling streets, Enzo learned more about his unexpected savior. (Y/N) was Venezuelan, but she’d been living in Argentina for four years, pursuing her degree in graphic design. Her voice carried an infectious enthusiasm as she spoke about her favorite spots in Buenos Aires, from hidden cafés to her favorite art supply stores.
"¿Y tú? ¿Qué haces aquí en Buenos Aires?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.
"Trabajo," he replied. "Pero también vine para un proyecto en el teatro. Es algo importante para mí."
She nodded, impressed. "Eso suena increíble. ¿Eres actor o algo así?"
"Sí, algo así," Enzo replied with a modest shrug, his lips curving into a soft smile. He wasn’t used to meeting people who didn’t immediately recognize him, and it was refreshing.
"Bueno, espero que el proyecto sea un éxito," (Y/N) said sincerely, her eyes sparkling. "Se nota que eres apasionado por lo que haces."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they’d known each other for years. Enzo found himself stealing glances at her—the way her eyes lit up when she talked about art, the way she gestured animatedly with her hands, and the faint dimple that appeared when she laughed. She was sweet, kind, and outgoing in a way that made her presence magnetic.
When they finally reached the theater, Enzo felt a pang of disappointment. He wasn’t ready for their time together to end.
"Bueno, aquí estamos," (Y/N) announced, gesturing to the grand building before them. "Espero que llegues a tiempo."
"Gracias, (Y/N)," Enzo said, his voice genuine. "De verdad, no sé qué habría hecho sin ti hoy."
She smiled, waving off his gratitude. "Fue un placer. Y quién sabe, quizás nos veamos de nuevo."
"¿Te gustaría?" Enzo asked, his heart skipping a beat.
"Claro," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Aunque seas uruguayo," she teased, earning a laugh from him.
"¡Cuidado con lo que dices, eh!" he shot back, his grin wide. "Dame tu número, así te puedo avisar si me pierdo otra vez."
(Y/N) handed him her phone, and he quickly added his number, sending himself a text so he’d have hers as well. "Ahora no tienes excusa para no mantener el contacto," he said with a wink.
"Prometo que no lo perderé," she replied, her tone playful but sincere.
That evening, as Enzo prepared for his meeting at the theater, he couldn’t stop thinking about (Y/N). There was something about her—a blend of warmth and spontaneity—that had left a mark on him.
He picked up his phone, his fingers hesitating for only a moment before typing: Gracias por ayudarme hoy. No solo encontré el teatro, también encontré algo más especial.
(Y/N)’s reply came almost instantly: ¿Y qué sería eso?
Alguien con quien quiero seguir hablando, he wrote, smiling to himself.
From that moment on, their conversations became a constant in his life. Late-night texts turned into video calls, and promises to meet again were made. Though their encounter had been brief, the connection between them felt undeniable.
A week later, Enzo stood in front of a small café (Y/N) had recommended. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, its charm evident in the colorful mural that adorned its walls. He spotted her instantly through the window, her head bent over her sketchbook.
When he entered, she looked up and greeted him with a radiant smile. "Llegaste justo a tiempo," she teased. "Pensé que te habías perdido otra vez."
"Nunca me perdería si sé que voy a verte," Enzo replied smoothly, earning a soft laugh from her.
They spent hours at the café, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter. Enzo found himself opening up in ways he hadn’t expected, and (Y/N)’s genuine interest and warmth made it easy.
As the sun began to set, Enzo walked her home, their steps slow and unhurried. When they reached her building, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "(Y/N), estoy feliz de haberte conocido."
"Yo también, Enzo," she replied softly. "No siempre encuentras personas que hacen que todo se sienta tan… fácil."
He smiled, taking a step closer. "Entonces, hagamos un trato. Nos seguimos viendo, ¿si?"
"Me parece justo," she said, her eyes meeting his.
With that, Enzo leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment. (Y/N) blushed, but before she could say anything, Enzo murmured, "¿Puedo hacer algo más loco?"
Her breath caught, but she nodded slightly, her eyes shining. Enzo leaned in again, this time brushing his lips softly against hers. The kiss was tender, unhurried, and full of warmth. When they pulled apart, she couldn’t help but smile.
"Hasta pronto, (Y/N)," he said, his voice low and sincere.
"Hasta pronto, Enzo," she whispered, her heart racing as she watched him walk away, already looking forward to the next time they’d meet.
idea: you have a killer migraine, but enzo helps make it a little less unbearable
tw: none… just tons and tons of fluff, spanglish!reader, sickness, kinda grammar checked
notes: hi!!! so this is my first enzo blurb so sorry if it’s stupid LOL i had a really bad migraine the other night so this idea kinda just popped into my head! i did use a translator as well so sorry AGAIN in advance if some of the stuff doesn’t make sense or is so painfully corny:) but i hope you like it!!
“De acuerdo, tengo la bolsa de hielo,” you hear Enzo’s voice echoing through the hallway as his footsteps get closer and closer to your room. You would normally take a quick glance to see his shadow moving swiftly along the wall, except this time you have the lights turned off, a little towel just covering your eyes, and your eyes closed shut underneath that towel. The bedroom is completely dark, only softly illuminated by the moonlight peaking through the window. Unfortunately, having a piercing migraine makes it impossible to stand the slightest bit of light.
The medicine that you took should be kicking in soon, but waiting for it to in the meantime is the most gruesome part.
The creaking of the wooden floors woke up your mushy brain again, along with the sound of clinking ice cubes moving in a glass. “Y te traje un poco más de agua” you hear Enzo say as the glass cup hits the coaster on your nightstand. Although it was dark, you chose to lift up a bit of the cloth from your face to try and catch a glimpse of your sweet boyfriend. “Ay, gracias, amor” the hush of your voice was so quiet you weren’t sure if you even heard yourself, but Enzo did. As you looked up at him — the dim light of the window lit up the right side of his face — his face quickly shifted from a look of confusion to surprise. Enzo was hoping that you fell asleep, that the pain finally bearable enough to rest.
“Oye, no” he said as his hand moved quickly to move the towel back to cover your eyes. “No deberías quitarte esa toalla todavía, todavía estás despierto” “Tan mandona” you said with a chuckle “Hablo en serio, te sentirás más enfermo si intentas quitártelo” “Lo sé... solo quería ver lo sexy que era mi enfermero” that made Enzo serious demeanor crack, as he let out a little chuckle. After gently putting the ice pack on your head, he sits down at the edge of the bed and moves to hover over your face “Y tú, nena,” he said playfully as he pecked your cheek “eres mi paciente más importante” “Qué amable” you quipped back.
Over the course of your relationship, Enzo has learned more and more about your migraines, and has become very aware of how to help you when they sneak up on you. You feel Enzo’s hand, still chilled from carrying the iced water and ice pack, move to hold the back of your neck while caressing the side of your face with his thumb. “¿Tus niveles de dolor siguen en un ocho?” “Se siente más cerca de un cinco ahora, en realidad” “Oh, bien, me alegro” he said with relief. Enzo understands that neither you nor himself have enough power to make these migraines go away in an instant. So he doesn’t care if it seems like he’s doing ‘too much’ when bringing more cold water for you, undoing your hair to relieve more pressure, and ending his late night reading to turn out the lights. He would do all of that and more in a heartbeat if it meant that you’d feel the slightest bit better.
You extended your right arm over to his side of the bed and tapped his pillow with the back of your fingers, signaling that you want him to get in bed too. Soon you feel Enzo’s legs gently graze over your hips to climb beside you, a faint squeak of springs as he collapses on the bed.
“Gracias por cuidarme, nene” you muttered softly, shortly followed by a little yawn. After dropping his phone on the nightstand, Enzo rolled onto his side, shifted his body closer to be right along yours, and placed an arm behind your head and the other back by your face. “No hace falta decir gracias, amorcita” he said sweetly as he placed another kiss just by your temple “Siento mucho que tengas que lidiar con estas malditas migrañas, no es justo” his words seeping with frustration.
“Sí, son realmente una mierda, pero al menos no estoy lidiando con ellos solo” your honeyed voice rung in his ears, as you bring your hand up to your face and moved that mini towel off you eyes “Oh there you are!” You said sarcastically, earning another chuckle from the man above you. “Estaba empezando a extrañar esos bonitos ojos tuyos,” his hand moved to hold the side of your head and massage your temple with his thumb, your hand latched behind his hand in return. Looking into your sleepy eyes, he couldn’t help but smile “Tan bonita angelita” and you hummed in return “Todo por ti, gordito” which sent the both of you into a giggling mess.
“¿Hay algo más que necesites chiquitita?” “No, creo que revisaste todas las casillas que tenía” he took a little pause, looking like he was trying to focus. Maybe his sleepiness was catching up to him. “S’good, m’glad” he replied quietly, awaiting your reaction. Even though you were barely awake, your face still lit up “Ah! Baby!” Now both of your hands reached up for his face, fingers grasping onto his neck, and pulling him down to bring him even closer. The giggling turned into laughing. “That was so good!” “No, no, no fue nada especial” You could feel the heat burning from Enzo’s cheeks, blushing into the crook of your neck. “It was special” and you really meant it. Any word or phrase Enzo learns to say in English makes you feel proud, and his dedication to keep learning and making conversation makes you fall in love with him even more.
“Eres demasiado amable conmigo, mi amor” “Bueno, será mejor que te acostumbres" Enzo let out a deep hum, lifted his face to meet with yours, then connected your lips together into a deep kiss. He loved how your lips still faintly lingered of vanilla; thank god he remembered to pick up that chapstick you liked. Breaking the kiss, Enzo looked back at your eyes “Creo que estás listo para dormir, eh?” “Mhm” “Mmm… good” After grabbing the ice pack and tossing it onto the floor, Enzo have you one more kiss for the night.
“Te quiero”
“Y te quiero aún más”
No more than five minutes later you to fall asleep, your little breaths were music to Enzo’s ears.
“Dulces sueños, dulzura”
i know on the apple translator app “dulzura” it translates it to “sweetie” but i really meant “sweetness” lol so sorry abt that
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ have you seen the MV of wildest dreams? If not… you play the romantic interest of Enzo’s character in a movie and the sparks begin behind cameras too. But he turns you down and finally sees you years after that, realizing he missed you and now he’s jealous.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠_ age gap, angst, fluff, Enzo is a little bit of an asshole, Enzo’s ex is NOT specified, okay? Definitely not trying to imply anything by that, Spanglish, ANGST AGAIN. We have a Mexican carne asada here y soporten. BIEN CRINGE ESTA MADRE
𝐀/𝐍_ people from Uruguay and Argentina can correct me all they want about the accent, please start listening Cedar, then Widest Dreams for this… BOTH SONGS IN MY PLAYLIST FOR ENZO.
Your character was close to his. They were lovers. So you had to spend a fair amount of time with him consequently. Enzo was a humble and kind man. He was so random and yet so peaceful. Which facilitated the connection.
In the beginning, you thought it was weird that the production of The Society of the Snow had decided to keep more than 50% of the cast for a short film that would promote the movie and create speculation. You didn’t say no because it meant flying to the shores of Spain and enjoying more time with the boys.
So you give in, you take the director’s advice to stick to Enzo and build a connection.
He’s older than you, more mature, more experienced in many ways, but yet you seem to be able to make him laugh.
“Tenés que estar bromeando,” he says laughing.
“No es joda, de verdad me multaron y se hizo un desmadre” you explain giggling, drinking at your water bottle.
Both of you are having a little moment on the beach. It was warm, and it was a free day. The rest of the boys decided to spend the afternoon playing video games and you were not willing to melt watching a TV.
“Recuérdame jamás salir con vos” you roll your eyes.
“Ay vete a la verga, todos saben que soy el alma de las reuniones y fiestas” he shrugged, eating from his sandwich and smiling.
“Si, tenés razón quizá”
“¿Quizá? No, no mientas, Enzo” finally, he laughs loudly.
“Bueno está bien, lo acepto”
“Así me gusta, obediente, mi niño” he blushed. And it made you blush too.
The sound of the waves swiftly colliding makes you feel at peace. It’s been great so far. Filming an action short film, playing the damsel in danger who turns out to be the villain, and having lots of fun with your workmates.
“¿No extrañas tu hogar?” he asks, and you sigh, looking at the sea.
“Trato de no pensar en eso. Dependo mucho de casa, de mi familia. Me cuesta el cambio, pero me adapto rápido” he nods, smiling, and you hate to admit you like how good he looks with his hair slightly shorter.
“Eso es bueno… adaptarse. Aunque cueste… creo que al final es bonito el cambio” you start laughing. Because you remember his Instagram captions and the pauses he always wrote. But he’s think that you are also very pretty, not only the change he mentioned before.
“Si, es bonito el cambio” You keep laughing, and he shouldn’t be smiling so much at you. But you were so funny, you always had something to share and talk about. Enzo was very close about sharing things about him. But with you, he could make an excuse.
So you also stare at him, and you feel your heart start beating faster.
You can’t fall in love with him. But you’re miserably failing.
…
You look at yourself in the mirror. Your character had a disguise moment, where she had to pretend to be a dancer to get information. So there you are in a bejeweled attire with feathers.
“No mames, qué buena me veo,” you say laughing. Loving how your waist looks and how your hair looks so fluffy. The costume department did an outstanding job of making you look hot
“Como que si… ¿eh?” The annoying twink of Juani had to be there.
“Ponme la de perdió este culo de la Bad Gyal, por favor” Juani starts cackling, already filming you for some random tweet.
“Pero si vos tuviste un ex hace siglos, ya no queda” you roll your eyes, checking on the glitter decorating your eyes.
“Ay, pero no por eso, Juani. Nomás por mamona lo digo” There’s a knock on the door and you turn to see who’s standing there.
“¿Y esa diosa?” You blush, smiling at Fran being the person who knocked at the door before.
“¿Dónde que no la veo?” Of course, Juani had to be an idiot and ruin the moment, but soon he blows you a kiss.
“No es cierto, linda” You roll your eyes and turn back to see Fran giggling. You give him a sweet smile and scratch the back of your neck. He helps you get your robe so you won’t have to cross the whole building with your exhibitionist outfit.
“Tenés escena conmigo” Fran says offering you his arm, which you gladly take.
“Adiós, naco perdedor,” you say to Juani, who starts laughing loudly. As you start walking with Fran across the hallways of the building, you start feeling your heart beat faster. You were going to have a heated scene with Enzo, which made you cringe a lot. First, you appear with Fran’s character in the club which ends with your character tangling up with Enzo.
“¿Nerviosa?” You shake your head, sighing.
“I don’t know…Digo, no lo sé” he nods, as you two walk out of the building to get going towards the set. The shores of Spain were beautiful, Cádiz was warm and it suited your overwhelmed mood.
“Va a estar bien. Que igual si no, nos vamos a dar la vuelta en la noche” that immediately makes you smile. You nod, hugging him.
“Eso me encantaría mucho, Fran” You are on set now. There’s no way back, and when you turn back, you see Enzo, and he’s already looking at you.
You blush, and offer him a little smile before turning away so rapidly. The whole action is watched by Fran and he has his own opinion.
“Has pasado mucho tiempo con Enzo…¿No crees?” You shrug, greeting the makeup staff who are going to retouch your look.
“Teníamos que conocernos a fondo para que esto resultara” he nods again.
“Creo que si se ha dado lo de la conexión” it was weird, because you knew it was true. you had developed a special connection with Enzo. Hours spent talking and having long walks across the beach. The days you decided to cook for the boys and he always was the first to arrive and try to help you set up everything.
“Si se diera la oportunidad… ¿Te quedarías con él?” His question makes you wonder. It took you aback, and while you have full trust in Fran, you don’t know what to answer.
Well, you do know what to answer… but you are afraid to admit it.
“Si… aveces siento que si es con él, Fran. Me hace muy feliz… pero, no creo que Enzo sienta lo mismo” you confess. He smiles, taking your hand.
“Tenés que decirle. Se llevan un par de años, pero… se ven tan bien juntos” he says looking at Enzo.
“De verdad… ¿Tú crees?”
“Es que ve cómo te mira, y/n” In disguise, you turn to your side, and you confirm Enzo is still looking at you.
“Decíle… anda” you smile, a warm feeling growing in your heart. You feel loved, you feel like it might be meant to be. So you plan something.
“Hay que hacer una carnita asada” Fran laughs.
“Pero vos le pones mucho al asado. Jamás había visto uno así” you laugh. Since your type of asado was a northern Mexican carne asada. They all believed it was a great change of style of cooking.
“No lo niegues, Fran. Mi asado es grandioso” he tries to deny it but at the end, he smiles nodding.
“Ey… ¿estás lista, linda?” Enzo asks, appearing with a gorgeous smile. He was wearing a dark suit, his hair looked amazing, very hot.
“Creo que si…” you let him know. After some brief exchange of words with the production, you take your position along with Fran to start filming. And you never miss the way Enzo was looking at you.
Maybe he felt the same.
…
You started the carne asada before taking a shower and getting ready. Now, everything was ready. The big patio that connected the apartment complex was decorated with a table that Juani and Matias helped you set, with chips, salsas, guacamole, beans, and agua de tamarindo that you had to mix with some alcohol.
Everyone is having fun, and you have helped to serve the food to everyone with Blas. It seemed to be going well, you have a sundress and sneakers on the feeling of the alcohol has you tipsy and you can’t wait to make yourself some tacos with the asado.
You feel someone hug you from behind, and when you turn back, you end up caged around Enzo’s arms.
“Hey… you made it!” You cheer after seeing him, trying to ignore the blush on your cheeks. You hoped nobody had seen the interaction. Or else they would start with cheesy rumors.
“No me lo perdería” you smile, offering him a glass of agua de tamarindo.
“Hice verduras asadas y queso fundido para ti” he wanted to hug you so tightly again after hearing you say that. You had thought about him and cooked specifically for him. Enzo had been in some dilemma, where he questioned if you could be the one. Although, he still had many obstacles to get to you. And he didn’t know yet that those obstacles would draw him apart from you.
“Ehh.. y/n linda, ¿hay más mas cubiertos?” Agustin asks you suddenly.
“Creo que hay servilletas y popotes en el cuarto de lavar. Voy a ver” you say laughing.
“Te acompaño…” says Enzo, which makes you blush again.
“Gracias…”
Both of you walk inside the building, and the laundry room is very near, so in less than a minute he opens the door to let you in. With the distance, you finally are able to distinguish the song playing on the patio. You hum along trátame suavemente playing in the background.
No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas
Ni contemplarlas sabiamente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
Enzo can’t help but think you look so adorable. He remembers the way he had to touch you for the scene earlier. Half of him hated himself for feeling that way about you, and the other half questioned if it could possibly be correct.
“Enzo… no alcanzo las servilletas” When he turns back, he sees you trying to climb the washing machine to open the drawers.
“Así no, chiquita.” He laughs and stops you, making you sit on top of the washing machine while he grabs the bag with napkins and straws inside.
“Ay, si… humillame pues” you complain crossing your arms. He drops de bag beside you, and then gives you a silly smirk, which makes you laugh.
“Nada de eso, sis vos sos bien linda así” You cross your arms, avoiding his eyes. This was the closest you’d been around him. It feels alright like having him close to you was normal. Making you realize, you could get used to his aura being so damn close to you.
I like him…
“¿Tú crees?” You let yourself play a little dumb, pretending innocence. And you have the excuse of being under the effects of alcohol.
Te comportas de acuerdo
Con lo que te dicta, cada momento
Y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico
Es más bien algo enfermo…
you keep humming the song as you try to keep the conversation normal with the man.
“Si… muy linda vos” The outrageous side of you let your arms get tangled around his neck. And it caught him by surprise but he let himself feel the moment. He shyly placed his hands on your hips, and you squirmed.
“¿Qué estamos haciendo?” He asks, accepting that he was getting lost in your eyes.
“No sé” you admit, feeling how his chest was touching yours.
“Bésame, Enzo…” you close your eyes, and seconds later, you know he’s kissing you. Your fingers trace his hair and it’s so soft that it makes him groan in pleasure.
You let his hands caress the plush skin of your hips and legs as you keep pushing him towards you.
This is it, you are falling in love with him.
…
It’s one of the last days of filming, but for the past two weeks, you have been spending a sickening time with Enzo. He spent two nights with you, he even agreed to go out to the city just for you. You could say the feeling of falling in love was growing very rapidly.
He made you feel safe and every smile he offered was enough relief for your days. He held your hand once while walking through the crowded streets to not lose you and it felt right.
And you hadn’t seen him in two days because he had different scenes to film.
Until now, where your character holds hands with him as she confesses she’s the villain. You feel the air shift, you feel the distance he’s making and you wonder if it was because of the scene or if he was actually being cold to you. The setting is on one hill with a gorgeous sunset in the background, making the scene very dramatic and tragic for the romantic partners.
“Dime que me amas y me entregaré. Por favor…” your character says. Enzo looks at you, and the look he exchanges with you is sad, making you confused on camera.
“Yo te amo, pero sabes que no podemos estar juntos” his character had to say. And for some reason, you felt like Enzo was actually saying that to you.
“CORTE!” The director said. Everything keeps going on. But for you time stops. You look at him, hoping to find some sense of tranquility. That nothing had changed.
Slowly, Enzo dropped your hand and after a brief look… he walked away.
…
You spend the afternoon collecting shells. You are confused and slightly sad because filming is coming to an end. You don’t know if Enzo actually wanted to give it a try on distance. Because after the kiss on the carne asada, none of you had given status to the relationship.
But it’s not necessary to keep thinking about it, because you see him walking towards you, and your immediate reaction is to offer him a smile.
“Ey.. te perdiste todo el día” you try to sound calm.
“Estaba ocupado.” He says with both hands inside his hoodie. His hair looks disheveled and he seems tired.
“Entiendo…”
“Volví a hablar con ella” There’s no need to address it, you know who he meant, his ex-girlfriend. You don’t say a word, opting for hearing him before talking.
“Hablamos mucho. Quedamos de vernos cuando vuelva a Uruguay” you gulp, each word hurting you more.
“¿Entendés, verdad? Vos sos más joven que yo, somos de lados muy distintos… no iba a funcionar” your eyes get watered immediately. Rage invading you and sadness flooding you.
“Decí algo, por favor. No quiero lastimarte…” you laugh, shaking your head. There are some seconds of silence. You need to choose the right words.
“Alguna vez me miraste, sonreíste y pensaste que… tal vez, ¿tal vez pudo haber sido conmigo?” He sighs, looking away, at the sea.
The longer he remains quiet, the more you have the answer. He never felt the same as you, but he never tried to stop you either. He played along.
You just start walking away, hand on an extremely tight grip, the shells and sand irritating the skin on your palm.
“Nunca quise hacerte daño” he yells as you have walked a fair amount of steps away.
“Si nunca sentiste algo por mi, nunca debiste haberme dejado encariñarme contigo.” He lowers his gaze and you feel even more enraged.
“No puedes ni levantar la cabeza. Fucking shame on you…” you spit with disappointment.
“Y jamás debí haber aceptado conocerte tanto” you finally say. Walking away at once and fighting the tears as you try to pass the boys who are playing video games again.
“Ey… ¿estás bien?” Juani asks and you nod, but he follows and once his hand touches yours, you can’t help but collide on his chest, letting the tears fly away silently. Juani doesn’t say anything, not yet, he just hugs you tightly.
…
The next afternoon, Enzo goes to find you in your room, but he’s surprised by the fact that you’re gone.
“Filmó su última escena y se ha ido a casa” Santi told him.
“¿Cómo?” Enzo is in shock, he just sighs, closing his eyes.
“Se quiso ir antes…”
“Le dijo… muchas cosas a Juani y a Fran” Santi adds, and Enzo can tell what had happened. And of course, he accepted being guilty.
“Necesito hablar con ellos” and with that he lefts.
But the talk didn’t help a lot. He just realized you were gone by the time he was able to be alone in his room again. Enzo was confused and tired and he also just wanted to go home. But as he understands you’re gone and he won’t see you in a long time, he feels a little lost. And empty…
…
A lot of things change. You grow, you forget, you change. You go back to your normal life, college goes great, and everything is normal until it’s time to give a promotion to the movie and the short film. You kept a lot of contact with Fran, Juani, and Matias, but it won't be the same as if you didn't end up on good terms with Enzo.
About him, you learned he didn't make it with his ex-girlfriend. He was single and apparently good. You don’t hate him, but there’s a lot of resentment. And as the premiere was around the corner, rumors had appeared on the surface of social media. Rumors of you and Enzo, and all the drama. You didn't pay attention to those, but you were expecting at least one question regarding the issue in the upcoming interviews.
You were offered to be dressed by some perfect designer who had similar ideas to you. He made a silk dress in a champagne color for you. With tiny crystal beats and a gorgeous skirt. You loved the dress, it suited you so well too.
So at the beginning of the night, you don’t think about anything but making a good impression on the cameras. All that mattered was the promotion of the movie.
As soon as you arrive at the gala, you start shivering because of your nervousness about seeing your friends again. You were the last one to arrive so you weren’t able to greet them.
And that’s when you see Enzo. He seems fine, in a completely dark suit and his stupid perfect hair. When he finds your sweet eyes, his heart beats faster, you look so perfect. Your hair, your brows, your eyes, the pink lips, everything seemed to make you look so perfect. And he can tell you look older, your childish and plush cheeks are gone, and your short hair too. He remembers all the good memories he made with you and he feels sadness taking over. He missed you so bad after going back home. And he wasn’t able to hear anything from you because he didn’t dare to ask Juani or Fran for example.
“Te ves preciosa,” says Agustin hugging you. You smile at him and thank him. All the boys want to greet you and all is being recorded. The only one you don’t greet is Enzo, who stays afar posing for the cameras. Until most of the photographers keep asking to take a picture of you and the man who broke your heart.
“No te acerques si no querés” Juani advises you, whispering in your eye. You sigh, looking at how Enzo is getting closer.
“Creo que ya no tengo de otra…” you whisper back, pretending to have a big and honest smile on your face.
Enzo exchanged looks with you, and he was able to sense how awkward you were feeling, which didn’t soothe him. So he pretended to place his hand on your back but he never touched you, and you didn’t even glare at him a second the flash hit your face. You ignore the growing pain of having him so close but being so far away at the same time.
They want you to do a little interview with him. So you get close to the cameras to answer some questions.
“Entonces y/n… ¿qué crees que fue lo mejor de grabar el largometraje?” You giggle, easy question.
“Definitivamente que pude volver a estar con los chicos. Fue mas sencillo y podíamos divertirnos con mayor libertad” the woman nods, assuring that she was recording your answer.
“Y Enzo… ¿fue difícil grabar estando en una relación?” You know he didn’t like the question, and you suddenly felt worse or awkward.
“Eh… no. La verdad es que llevo rato soltero.”
“¿Hay alguien que podría llevarte a dejar de estarlo?” He laughs and you just want to run away. You really don’t care, and you don’t want to know the answer.
“Hubo una chica con la que estuve en Cádiz hace casi dos años. Nos la pasamos muy bien y las cosas no se dieron, mi culpa. Me gustaría hacer las cosas bien por ella…” it must be you, and it can’t be. You don’t believe him, you just turn around and look for any of your friends. So when you see Matias making you a sign to join im, you take the opportunity.
“Me llaman por acá. Un gusto, y gracias…” you thank the woman with a smile and leave quickly, knowing Enzo has eyes set on your back.
You won’t cry, but you can’t help but feel so weird about everything. You had been great without him. Seeing him back made you go back to that summer in Cadiz and how great it was your life at the time. But that is gone, and so are the memories you made with him.
…
Everyone knows you disappeared after the projection of the movie and the short film. You don’t like feeling his eyes across the dark room. You can’t rest knowing the party that followed the projections was going to be very painful. By showing clips of the behind-the-scenes, everyone saying words to each other. You are not in the mood for that. And it’s all because of him. Because he had to be an asshole and not think clearly. You couldn’t even call yourself stupid because he gave all the green lights that actually looked like green flags.
And as you question everything in pajamas, looking at the open balcony of your hotel room with red swollen eyes when there’s a knock.
You drag your feet to the door, and once you open it, he’s there.
The suit is still on, but he has a specific gesture on his face.
People often said looks said more than words, and Enzo was the perfect example.
You tilt your head, reading his face. His face says that he’s sorry, he feels sad, and he’s desperate to have you back. And he frowns after seeing your sad face. Your red eyes and look that said how confused and hurt you were.
So both of you stare for a little longer, literally glorifying each other faces. Remembering the soft touches, all the things you talked together. How happy you made each other.
“Podemos arreglarlo…” he finally says.
And slowly both of you smile, sad and broken smiles.
You open your arms and he immediately goes to hug you. His hands find their way to your waist, his face hidden in the warmth of your neck.
“Tú recuerdo jamás me dejó” and you smile again, closing your eyes, letting your face get comfortable on his chest, letting more tears fall.
“Si es contigo…Siempre fue contigo” he admits, knowing he’ll never let you go again.
update agosto 2024: JAJAJAJAJ que mamadas escribía, aún amo a Enzo y no me arrepiento de nada pero qué mamada JAJAJAJJAAJ
Antes de que me digan que que pendeja esta la y/n por perdonarlo tan fácil, pues en mi cabeza cuando Enzo la fue a ver a su cuarto fue como muy fuerte. De esos momentos donde la tension es mas fuerte y no se necesitan tantas palabras para saber que la persona está literalmente a tus rodillas suplicando so…
I already have an idea for a new fic with Enzo that it’s going to be AHHHHH. hint? Everyone loves you, that’s it
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ while working on the makeup effects for a production, you end up falling for el naco de Enzo Vogrincic (no te creas papi tkm). But you start avoiding him because it’s not correct to fall in love with that type of man.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ AGE GAP (legal), angst, fluff, spanglish fic, cringe, reader is in denial and speaks spanish, idk misunderstandings?, happy ending (irl Enzo nunca nos va a pelar)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ I hate Spanglish but how can I keep both mi gente latino and my RAHHH🦅🇺🇸 people happy? With a Spanglish fic
♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱
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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do and make a record of their makeup.
That wasn’t the issue though. It was just that… there was a guy.
You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore you apart because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole issue. And that you were even depriving yourself from befriending him.
But god, How couldn’t you?… there you got his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.
And that’s exactly why you now hate going to work.
Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough and very demanding. The seriousness surrounding the production was only filed with respect. That didn’t stop anyone to have good moments and be happy. Everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.
“¡HEY!…GUAPA, VENÍ PA’ ACÁ!” You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of men, you rolled your eyes and chuckled.
“¿Y ahora qué se te ofrece Juani?”
“Que confirmes si venís a cenar con todos” you looked at the others. Matías and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You don’t even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying but pretty blue eyes.
“Cómo jodes, chico. Ya veré si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacer” that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.
“Podemos esperarte.” Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.
The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner should’ve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.
“No pasa nada, váyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bien…” and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.
“Ya va a caer…”
“Pero si ni me gusta” everyone started laughing. Enzo knew you were younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.
“Sos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogólico viéndola irse”
“Pero es una niña…” he tried to reason.
“La veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquí en producción y anda sola por la vida” everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired trinkets that could pass for toys, you listened to silly music and watched Winx Club or Bratz movies. But you were a woman after all.
Which led to Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with all the many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.
But no… he definitely hadn’t caught an eye on you.
…
It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand… were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. He received an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.
“Si no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora y seria, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you, while you were off guard. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism that were becoming viral. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.
“Eso te pasá por ¡RIDÍCULA!” The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.
“Pues nunca te conseguiré el follow de los ex-One Direction” he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.
“¡Qué boluda… y pesada!”
“Okay, pinche ardido” one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.
“UYYY… te tocá todo el día con Enzo” he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.
“Pero la boluda y pesada soy yo”
“Pues si” you finally read the paper and yes… 3 hours with Enzo.
“Well… it could be something bad and it isn’t so…” you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and holding your pierced feelings.
“Dejáte querer…” you frowned confused at the boy beside you.
“What?” You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.
“Nothing, dear” once again, you rolled your eyes.
“De verdad eres medio insoportable” he batted his eyelashes, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.
“Te quiero” he responded, making you laugh once again.
“Si, yo también. Mi pendejito favorito”
“No, ese debe ser Enzo” this time, you blushed.
“Cómo chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ¿Te gusta o qué?” He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.
“No. ¿Y a vos? ¿Gustás de Enzo?” You remained quiet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.
You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.
“Adiós, naco perdedor” and just like that, you closed the door on his face, giggling.
You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.
“Hola…” you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just… that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush… a simple mortal at the end as dramatic as it sounded.
“Hi…” you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel… like it was an auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again, you decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.
He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his eyes.
“¿Cómo estás?” He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.
“Pues muy bien, gracias.” You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.
“¿Me permites tus manos?” You ask him as usual. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as you walked into the room.
“Perdón si estoy fría.” You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.
“No pasá nada, linda” he had to be joking. He couldn’t call you “linda” just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.
So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin color.
“Okay, I got it.” You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you weren’t fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.
“¿Te molesta si pongo música?” You ask him, grabbing your phone.
“No, para nada.”
“Nomás no me vayas a juzgar” you chuckle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.
It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldn’t risk the opportunity.
“Jamás podría…” you only thank him before starting to play some music.
He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him… it only built more intrigue.
He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.
“¿Quién es ella?” He asks at the song playing.
“Nelly Furtado” you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you and you had feelings for:
Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision. Soon Madonna was over.
“¿Y esta?” You ask him when Gorgeous started.
That damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.
You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much
(I hate you so much)
You've ruined my life, by not being mine
You're so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
'Cause look at your face
And I'm so furious
At you for making me feel this way
That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.
And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasn’t sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.
“¿Y esa quién es?” He asked once again.
“Esa es Taylor Swift”
“No la conozco” you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.
“¡Enzo, por Dios!. ¿En qué mundo vives?” You found it very hard to believe he didn’t know half of your musical taste.
“Pues en Uruguay…” for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.
You're gorgeous
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad
You’re so gorgeous
“¿Por qué nunca andás con nosotros?” He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.
“Tú tampoco sales mucho que yo sepa, prefieres quedarte en el cerro tomando fotos. No judgement though…” he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.
“He salido varias veces con ellos. ¿Y vos? Cero…”
“Estoy ocupada.” You simply reply.
“No es cierto. Por ahí me dijeron que te la pasás viendo películas y escribiendo fanfiction” you blush, but you keep working.
Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldn’t even stay at the local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine. Avoiding you problems…
“Maybe… ¿pero a ti qué si no voy?” You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.
“Pues… porque te quiero ver” your hands start shaking.
“¿A mí?”
“Si. A ti, linda” he says mimicking your accent and sensing how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.
“¿Por qué yo, Enzo?” He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.
“Porque…” slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.
The way he looks at you. It must’ve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.
“No..” You brush away from him.
“Si… tal vez es raro o no me creas… pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajás conmigo…” you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.
“¿Y por qué yo entre tantas chicas que están a tus pies?” You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you… that’s an answer.
He doesn’t like the way you are being too negative. But you don’t like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you don’t feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress. But you might need to reveal the encounter you saw last weekend to get it over with.
“Fui al bar el sábado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia esa. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reacciones” maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.
“Nada de eso significó algo”
“Si fue algo. Fue tu manera de seguir teniendo opciones en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mí. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigo…” again, he remains quiet.
“Mira Enzo, he estado aquí desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te salió el amor por mí hoy y lo sabes…” you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.
“Tú a mí me has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocí. Pero tú no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra diferencia de edad, que podría ser un problema” you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag, ignoring the way he is trying to talk.
“Y eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. Sé que eres el amigo y novio casi perfecto. Pero mi intuición me dice que me puedes hacer daño. Quizá te estoy juzgando pero no me quiero arriesgar, perdón” he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does and swear it’s true that he likes you.
It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were what he needed to lighten his weird mood swings.
But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.
“No te vayas, por favor” he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.
“Ya acabamos, no te preocupes.” You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.
The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.
…
You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.
You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasn’t meant to happen. Because he’s older, he’s got more experience, he had a very long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.
With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.
He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.
And maybe you’re just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.
Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, it’s Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.
You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.
Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.
You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. It’s a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.
“Amiguito, pero creí que querías tapas. Este es un restaurante vegano” you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.
“Ay pues para ser fitness un día nada más, chica. ¿Ya vas para allá?” You roll your eyes, not that you didn’t like vegan food but you wanted tapas.
“Si, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadras” you send back, putting on your EarPods and setting a route.
You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.
Until you arrive at the restaurant and you don’t spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.
It’s a cute place, and by the time you find a table, it’s already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.
When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.
He was wearing jeans, a random sweater shirt and dark sunglasses.
Oh, fuck him. You want run away but first you had to admit he looked gorgeous.
Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible until he he leaves.
Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.
“Oye, ¿por qué carajo no has llegado? ¿Y por qué Enzo Vogrincic está viendo el menú ahora mismo?” You send and he starts writing.
“Es que él es vegano…” he writes in text, which boils your blood.
“¿Y eso a mí qué chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sácame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que vea” you silently scream, lowering your voice.
“No puedo” that’s it, you’re going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.
You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.
“Ey…” Qué maldito, y todavía te sonríe y todo.
“¿Y el Juani ya viene o no?” You ask, trying to sound confident.
“De hecho no va a venir” right, pinche Juani idiota, qué gran amigo.
“Oh okay. Ya me voy, nomás venía por mi comida para llevar” You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, then Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.
“No, vos te quedas. Aquí, te traje estas” he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.
A tiny smile wants to lurk in your face.
“Yo nunca le he dicho a Juani… ni a Matías ni a nadie cuáles son mis flores favoritas” you frown confused, grabbing them.
They’re beautiful.
“Tuve que buscar por mi cuenta” he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.
“¿Me zorreraste mi Instagram?” Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.
You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.
“Dejáme explicar todo…” slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.
But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.
“Está bien…” he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.
“Vos sabes quién te engañó. Le pedí a Juani que te hiciera venir a un lugar para poder verte. Porque conseguí tu número y nunca contestaste ni estabas cuando fui a buscarte” you roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.
“Yo quería tapas”
“Dale, ahorita te llevo por tapas” Enzo says with a smile. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.
“Lamento no haber dado señales desde el inicio. Creí que con hacer plática cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.” He confesses.
“Con todos sos un amor. Y conmigo… siempre seria y pues… llegué a pesar que no te agradaba” you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.
“Todo lo contrario…” you admit.
“Ya veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debía invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahí verte”
“Y ayer me atreví. Pero temo que tu reacción no fue la que buscaba” he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.
“Tú declaración tampoco fue lo que esperaba.” He nods, calming you.
“Ya lo sé, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar… como este”
“Quizá” you reason with him.
“Incluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. Así que solo eres tú… nadie más” you nod, looking back at the tulips and feeling butterflies at the way he spoke with your accent just to highlight how he wanted you.
“Están preciosas, gracias” you say lifting the bouquet. Enzo smiles. So you know it’s time, you sigh.
“Yo también lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenía derecho de ponerme a reclamar nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, pues fluya…” you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.
“No te voy a lastimar, nunca. Dejáme quererte. Por favor….” he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.
“Yo solo quiero sentir confianza y seguridad. ¿Me puedes dar eso?”
“Te voy a dar todo, pero más lo que vos quieras. Y si confianza y seguridad es lo que querés…. Así será, linda” you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.
“Entonces todo bien, lindo” he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.
He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and it’s your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.
“¿Si vamos a ir por las tapas?” He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel what’s coming.
“Te puedo besar?” he asks and you nod, so he ends up grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. In what possible dream you could’ve seen Enzo Vogrincic was asking permission to kiss you?
“Te quiero” he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.
“Yo también te quiero” you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you don’t feel wrong about it.
Now it feels safe, warm and true. Like destiny changed its mind and finally it was meant to be.
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update junio 2024: JAJSJDJJDDJ QUÉ MAMADAS ESCRIBÍA EN ENERO. LOL, QUÉ MAL, ENZO AÚN TE QUIERO MUCHÍSIMOOOO🩷
credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @kalkachis
