“You want to know who Heather is, Alice?” I said before she muttered her first word. She looked at me nodded slightly.

“She’s this girl I know in New York…” I answered her.

“Ohh… Cool… so what’s your…”

“What’s my relation to her?” I interjected again.

“Well, I was going to say ‘story’ but relation works too…” she shrugged and I had to laugh at her.

“She’s…” I stopped. What is my relation to her? She’s not my girlfriend. Is she my lover? I have many lovers, I thought. “She’s… she’s nobody… just a girl I know…” I said bitterly.

“Okay…” she turned back and focused on her laptop. Actually I was ready for more questions.

“That’s it? You’re not gonna ask me anymore questions?” I asked almost perplexed.

“Uhh… No… Just a girl you know… right?” She said.

“Right…” I nodded. I stood and left her back to her lap top. I still don’t get her. I walked out to have a smoke in the backyard. To my surprise Carmen was at the back, gardening.

There she is again, with her short shorts and work tight t-shirt, still bopping her head to the music she’s listening to. Her hands were busy digging into the soft ground. I stood there with a smile on my face, I never knew anybody who actually gardens.

I lit the cancer stick up and inhaled it in. Taking a good look of Carmen’s behind. Her tan skin and she’s revealing her tattoos across the back of her waist. One sexy tattoo, I thought. She stopped and stood up, she still hadn’t notice me here, staring at her.

She stood with her hands on her hips and head tilted to the sight, taking a good look of her pretty garden. She took of her headphones and her gardening gloves.

“You’ve done a good job…” I said. Her whole body turns around and faces me.

“Oh hey… thanks…” She said and laid a smile. She walked to the steps and sat down. It was quiet again and made my way to sit next to her.