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You see? In the end I decided to call you.

09:45 STOP

All this time spent debating whether to call you or not,

only to get your voicemail.

I haven't heard from you for two weeks, and I thought, "You should call him."

"He must not have seen my Insta messages or my Grindr messages."

I know you're really busy with work, and you're not paying attention.

And sometimes I forget that not everyone is like me,

'cause I can't stand having a red notification on my screen,

that's why they make them red, the bastards, so you can't ignore them.

You know, tell me what your inbox looks like,

and I'll tell you what kind of person you are.

And you're one of those people who has 340 unread messages

and who doesn't even bother to filter your spam.

I know you're one of those people who doesn't answer right away,

that's why I sent you the WhatsApp messages.

And I know you've read them,

because they all have the double check mark on them.

All 23 of them.

But you haven't said a thing.

And it's strange,

because the last few weeks were quite different, weren't they?

-You're not calling that bastard Lolo? -No. No way!

I loved it when you would send me a picture

and make me guess where you were.

-I cooked up some lentils. -Mom, I'm on a diet.

You might be on a diet, but you always ask for seconds.

You could send me the photo at any time of the day or night,

and the game was on.

WHERE AM I?

I would ask you questions,

and you could only answer with "yes" or "no."

-IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM? -YES

-IN THE CITY CENTER? -YES

And we could spend hours with the game.

-THE FNAC RESTROOM? -YES

And I adored it.

Especially when you asked the last question.

You always had the same answer.

-SHALL I COME? -YOU'RE ALREADY LATE

-Hey! -Wait, Mom. What are you doing?

You're always tapping away, you look like a hamster with a bag of seeds.

I remember the day you sent me the photo of the bricks.

It was just a wall. That's it. There were no clues. Nothing special.

WHERE AM I?

And I responded without a second thought.

I got it right on the first guess.

I had recognized it was the wall in your room.

And you responded with, "This is magic."

And it was.

It was. For a few days it was.

And the next day you made me breakfast and I ate those muffins you made with jam.

Me! I don't eat anything with sugar, and I'm more of a toast person.

But, you know what? I didn't want to destroy

the magic that was still there between us.

And, as soon as I left, I sent you a message.

A very simple message.

Just a smile.

A smiley.

And with a smiley,

I was saying that I wanted to do it again tomorrow.

That I already missed you, that I finally had found someone who fit.

That I had found someone I felt sexy with, funny, witty…

Someone who would laugh at the same things that I do.

Someone that I didn't have to pretend with.

Who loved me for who I really am.

Someone that I could look at pictures with of me when I was four years old,

and who would laugh and say, "Wow, how I've gotten more handsome with time."

And I'd think, "He'll be saying the same thing in five years,

in ten years, in twenty years."

What are you doing?

Someone that I could dream up the cheesiest things in the world with,

and deep down have us both hope that someday they might actually happen.

All of that was said with that smiley.

And you could have responded in so many ways.

The keyboard of your cell phone offers you an infinite combination of characters

that you could have used to just say one thing,

"Yes, I feel the same way."

But you never did.

You know what the worst thing is?

That one day we'll bump into one another out somewhere

and I'll smile at you so as to not seem spiteful,

and you'll say, "No, I think we should just be friends

and not ruin everything that we have," and all of that bullshit.

All that bullshit you say so you can fuck one guy,

and then another and another before complaining and saying,

"Oh, it's just no one can find their ideal guy."

Well, I don't know If I was ideal,

but you had a guy who could have loved you.

And you treated him like shit in the end,

and I was an idiot for thinking it might actually have been real.

And that what we had actually was magic.

So why don't you just go fuck yourself.

You… fuck your cell phone, your magic,

and your fucking muffins with jam that no one can swallow, you asshole.

SUNYER ARCHITECTS

That's a long message. Who was that?

I have no idea.

Wasn't it for you?

I don't know, it was some hysterical guy yelling at his boyfriend

about… an industrial pastries thing I don't really get, to be honest.

If you were anyone else then I'd think you had hurt a guy and didn't remember it.

I've broken many hearts.

Only, I'm kind enough to remember them all.

-Yeah. You have… never. -What're you laughing at?

-I think it was crossed lines, wasn't it? -No way.

That only happens in movies by Howard Hawks.

You know? "Operator, operator."

"This woman is calling from Seattle. She lost her dog."

-Yeah. -Nothing like that happens.

But it's weird that he'd call the wrong number.

Well, he called from a landline.

Maybe he misdialed one of the numbers or something.

-Would anyone do that? -Sunyer is waiting for you in his office.

-I don't think he's in a very good mood. -You don't say.

Lis. Lis, Lis. Uh, Have you ever called a boyfriend from a landline

so he wouldn't know it was you?

I did. Just once.

I was 15. Typical girlish reaction.

-Why? -No, forget it. Thank you.

-Thank you for that, Lis. -Anytime.

Your stranger is very mature, huh? I mean…

So is it really, really freaky if I call him?

-Why would you? -I don't know…

I mean, what if he regrets the things he said to his boyfriend

and this way I could give him the chance to act like it never happened?

It would be like going back in time.

Yeah. What is it you always say about time travel movies?

If you change the past you screw everything up.

-Exactly. -But, no… But, no, listen.

I'd wanna be called back to know it was the wrong number.

Didn't you say this guy was hysterical?

When he wasn't screaming he seemed nice.

Plus, he said he believed in love.

-Bruno, don't project. -I'm not projecting--

-Yes, you're projecting. -No, I'm not.

-That's why you're overthinking it. -No.

It would be easier… …to hook up with Ramón.

Fuck that. No way.

-Yeah? Why not? -Just no.

-He's our best architect. -And?

He's been crazy about you since you started.

Albert, I'm not hooking up with a co-worker.

Especially one who's 35 and still collecting Pokémon.

Oh, that's great.

Hey. Maybe your mystery man collects dead bodies in the basement.

You're so dramatic.

-I'm dramatic? -Incredibly.

Look, delete the message and forget the guy.

Oh, by the way. There's a costume theme for the dinner tonight.

-I don't think I'll be able to make it. -No, no, no, no. Don't bail on me.

Bruno, we have… Bayona, Sauquillo, Oyarzabal is coming.

-Even Oyarzabal, Bruno. -Listen…

And yet we haven't seen our college classmates in over ten years.

Don't you think there's a reason?

Yeah, and I haven't been out for ten months, not even for a water.

Great. You can go by yourself, okay?

Nobody there will miss me.

-I will miss you, Bruno. -But you see me every single day.

Yeah, but we don't party like we used to.

You remember the old days.

Fuck, remember how much fun it was? And you don't want to feel that again?

Just for one night? Just one night.

-I wanna enjoy my day… -Please, Bruno? Please, Bruno. Come on.

Just the dinner.

-That's it. -That's all.

The theme for dinner is famous architects.

-And whose idea was that? -Mine.

-Yeah. -Don't pick Gaudi, okay?

-Yeah. -I'm going as him.

Good morning.

Maybe it is for you.

You're so nice, and you always get involved with the biggest pricks.

-I have bad luck. That's all. -Sure, bad luck. Always the same story.

It's my fault?

Just look at the last few guys you went out with.

Look. Let's just be friends.

A relationship would end and would ruin what we have.

But you get that, right?

Couples always break up, but friendship is forever.

Look, monogamy's for repressed guys.

It's joyless.

Seriously? You wanna be stuck with someone?

-And we'll get bored in bed, then what? -Let's just be friends.

Let's just be friends.

Let's just be friends.

But we could… keep fucking, if you want.

I have a really great time with you.

-Don't you see the pattern? -Sure. They're all assholes.

-Sure. Assholes with perfect figures. -And?

Listen. If you want different results, you can't do the same thing as before.

According to Einstein.

-Patri, it's just us! -Close your eyes!

Patri, look. Cut it out. I'm here with Àlex.

I don't care! Close your eyes or I won't let you in.

-Are you ready? -Yes. Come on, already.

One, two, three!