It's 3:30 Pm and I am waking to W Mandeville. It seems like my day will never ends. Yesterday I didn't sleep in the the train and when I got home I had to unpack my things, so I had probably sleep four hours.
Yet, today I had already trained, went to school, found out that I had many homework to do and a test on Friday. Great. Now I am going to work more six hours and I am not in the mood to be by Harry's side for the next four hours.
"Hello baby" he says as soon I come in
"I'm not in the mood Harry"
"Oh you are in PMS?"
"Why are you so..."
"Don't ask, okay? Let's just work" I say interrupting him
Fortunately, Harry stays quite most of the time.
After some time, a couple came in the bakery and sat in the table. When I came back to the counter after handing their request Harry broke the silence
"So...you had a competition yesterday right?"
"How it was?"
"What have happened ?"
"I've felt during the choreograph"
"Oh" it is all he says. It's like he doesn't realize it's technically his fault
"Yeah maybe if I had trained more I wouldn't have felt"
He stays quite. He probably don't realize the indirect.
The guy in the table calls me and I walk thinking that it is a new week and I'll train a lot to not make the same mistakes again.