“I want to see you.”
“Uh.” It was 9pm and Arturo had just gotten home. He’d been promoted at work and now worked even later than before. But he now worked directly with the the artists. It was exhilarating, but exhausting.
“There’s a party at the Estate,” Chana urged. Her voice melted his knees even over the phone.
And he really did want to see Chana, they’d been talking on the phone ever since they’d met back up at Molly’s Bar. They’d even gone on several dates, but it had been two days since he’d seen her. It felt like an eternity. He didn’t care how tired he was, he couldn’t wait.
He did not regret agreeing. DJ No Bias was playing the party, and he was Arturo’s favorite DJ. His playlist had a great a mix the Arturo’s favorite “classic” artists with the faster beats that really got your blood pumping.
They danced and drank and talked and danced.
Arturo turned to fast, stumbling a bit from exhaustion and drink. Time to cut himself off. “Emeliano!” He grinned.
“When we were all dancing earlier…you found her? The elusive Chana?”
“Yeah. We met up last week. She invited me out tonight…” he frowned and looked around. Where was Chana? There she was, still dancing, she waved when she saw he was looking. He waved back and smiled. How lucky was he? Someone bumped into him and he lost his balance, stumbling forward into Emeliano.
Emeliano caught him. “Woah, man. You okay?”
“Just tired,” Arturo mumbled, swaying a bit on his feet as Emeliano steaded him. “Thanks.” The world had started spinning. It was probably the dance lights. He closed his eyes.
“Come on,” he felt Emeliano’s had on his shoulder and forced his eyes back open. “Let’s sit you down.”
Arturo allowed himself to be led to a nearby bench. Yes. That was a good idea. He’d just sit for a few minutes until he felt better. Chana was still dancing. She was so gorgeous. Her swaying hips were hypnotic.
Chana watched Arturo slowly slide down on the bench. Passed out. Poor guy. He’d been exhausted when he’d arrived. Selfishly, she was glad he’d said yes to coming out anyway. She missed him during the days. Although, she would have been just as happy to go to his place instead of out, but for some reason, he never invited her over.
She walked over to where Arturo slept.
His friend looked up as she approached. “Chana right? You should take him home.”
“I don’t know where he lives.”
“On the island.” Chana immediately felt jealous of this friend. He scratched his chin. “But, I’ve not been to his house, so I don’t know exactly where.”
So it wasn’t just her that wasn’t allowed into his abode. She decided that it was time to correct Arturo’s oversight.
“His ID should have his address. Will you help me get him to the car?”
The taxi dropped them off at a huge field. Chana looked around bewildered. Where was the house? A tiny tent sat all along in the distance.
“That’s why I didn’t want you to come over.” Arturo came up behind her, surprising her, she had left him in the car. But he was awake now.
“But…” she wasn’t sure what to say. He was living in a tent?
“I’m saving up for a proper place, but I didn’t have much to begin with. The tent’s actually pretty new, as well.”
Chana stared at Arturo. He looked embarrassed to have been found out. It was adorable.
“Silly.” She leaned in close.
“Is there room in your tent for two?” she whispered.
His kiss surprised her, but it was very welcome.
“Let’s find out,” His voice was low and sent a shiver up her spine.
Arturo woke the next morning refreshed and relaxed. He was surprised to see Chana still sleeping next to him. He remembered the night clearly – well expect for the getting home bit, but it felt like a dream. He half expected her not to be there.
She opened her eyes and smiled lazily. “You’re always watching me.”
Arturo was on top of the world. He and Chana were officially dating and Chana was over more often than not. In fact, he was starting to dread the days when they couldn’t meet up and the hours he spent without her stretched into eternity.
“Chana,” he’d thought long and hard about this. And now was the time. “I’ve got a serious question for you.”
Her eyes lit up. He loved how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He reached out to pull her close, drowning in her eyes. Lost in her kiss and embrace.
He almost lost his train of thought. “I love you,” he started again, “more than anything in the world. And I was wondering… hoping… I know it’s not much yet, but -”
“-Yes! I’ll marry you.” Chana said excitedly.
Arturo froze, he was happy, thrilled, but that was unexpected. “Um, no. I mean yes, I mean not yet. I was going to ask if you’d move in with me. I mean marriage is… is good.” He took a deep breath. “But not yet.”
His heart broke a little to say the words, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to have a house at least.
“Oh.” She flushed with embarrassment. “I though – erm.” She took a deep breath. “I’d love to move in with you Arturo.”
Chana wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking. Oh, she had been more than willing to marry Arturo and living him wasn’t that different. But she put off her move-in date until he’d managed to put together a little shack. She didn’t think sharing a tiny tent would have been a very good idea in the long term.
However, once she moved in she wished she’d done it earlier. The island was gorgeous.
And she enjoyed exploring early in the morning while Arturo slept. She hadn’t caught any fish yet, but she kept hoping she would so she could surprise him with a proper breakfast.
Sadly it looked like yogurt and cereal again today. She’d planted a small garden as well, but it wasn’t ready to harvest by a long shot. She missed her garden back home. Well, this was her home now and she wasn’t going to regret it. Everyday with Arturo was like magic.
“I liked that song,” she said as the note faded away. “What’s it called?” Arturo often played for her when he woke up.
“Thanks. It doesn’t have a name yet.” He sat down next to her. “And, it’s not quite right yet, there’s something missing in the transition.” He closed his eyes and she could see him fingering the cords, trying to play through the piece again.
“You’re going to your club today right?” She asked. She wasn’t jealous of his club, not really. She was more jealous of the time they got to spend with him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. She wondered if she should ask him, would he be upset? But holding back wasn’t really her style. “Can I come?”
He looked at her surprised. “If you want to.” And then he grinned. “I bet you’d fit right in!”
True to his word, Chana was introduced to the other club members that very day. For the most part they were welcoming.
Arturo played his new song for them. Chana could see what the group offered him. They were complimentary, but they really knew their stuff. Bella in particular helped Arturo track down where his pacing was off. By just slowing the measure down, it completely changed the transition and the song was that much better.
Chana chatted with Ashley as Arturo was involved in a spirited book discussion. Neither of them had read the book. She glanced over to where Bella was talking with Katie.
“Does she not like me?” She asked nodding towards Katie. The other woman had been, well not rude, but Katie had kept glancing at her when she though Chana wasn’t looking. She remembered suddenly that this was the girl Arturo had been with that night at the bar. Had they been dating despite what Arturo had said?
“Katie? No, I don’t think so.” Ashley assured her. “But she was just a little sweat on Arty, there. She’s known he was with you for weeks now, but I guess seeing you…” Ashley shrugged. “She’ll get over it.”
Ashley laughed. “Well, you know, it fits him, don’t you think?”
Chana hesitated to agree, but Ashley was right.
Author’s Note: DJ No Bias is a Sim from BBQPenguinWings’s Dance Windenburg series that she’s starting. Since it’s the only DJ I know, hopefully she won’t mind me borrowing him for the night. Also it’s true that Chana proposed to Arturo after they’d only spent one night together. I was trying to get him to invite her to move in and she interrupted with her proposal. Which Arturo rejected. Since he’s completely enthralled by her, I figured it was just to soon. Luckily she was only embarrassed and not mortified otherwise this story would have turned very dark, very quickly.