Ignacio arrives at the supermarket almost asleep, his parents had to slap him to wake him up. He had never liked going to his father's business, in fact the only thing he wanted to do was to dedicate himself to something else that had nothing to do with the family business.
It was practically useless, sooner or later both his brother and he would have to take over the supermarket. The only good thing about going to the store was to look at the girls on the site, especially Ana, a beautiful red-haired specimen who had been driving him crazy for some time.
However, it was clear to him, in the store you couldn't pick up anyone, but no one had said anything about not going out with the employees in their free hours. That thought made him smile, but a phone call interrupted him and when he looked he realized it was Veronica.
Ignacio llega al supermercado casi durmiendo, sus padres le han tenido que dar un manotazo para despertarlo. Nunca había gustado de ir al negocio de su papá, de hecho lo único que quería hacer era dedicarse a otra cosa que nada tuviera que ver con el negocio familiar.
Aquello era prácticamente inútil, tarde o temprano tanto su hermano cómo él tenían que hacerse cargo del supermercado. Lo único bueno de ir al negocio, era contemplar a las chicas del sitio sobre todo a Ana, un hermoso ejemplar de cabello rojo que le traía loco desde hacía un tiempo.
Sin embargo, lo tenía claro, en el negocio no se podía ligar a nadie, pero nadie había dicho nada de no salir con las empleadas en sus horas libres. Ese pensamiento le hace sonreír, pero una llamada le interrumpe y al mirar se da cuenta que es Verónica.
Veronica was a posh girl he had met in college, with her he had started a kind of sexual relationship without any kind of commitments and they were just acquaintances. Ignacio decides to hide so he can answer her, if his dad caught him talking on his cell phone he was going to make a big mess.
— You can't live without me, can you? —Ignacio speaks with a provocative tone, but Veronica is a bit anxious.
— Yeah, whatever, I was just calling to tell you that my period has been delayed a few weeks...
— And what the fuck do you want me to do Vero? I'm studying to be a psychologist not a gynecologist. Plus I figure with that bunch of birth control pills you're on, you won't be able to reproduce until the third reincarnation.
— Ha ha ha! very funny, I was just warning you that there was a chance of pregnancy.
Verónica era una chica pija que había conocido en la universidad, con ella había iniciado una especie de relación sexual sin ningún tipo de compromisos y no eran más que solo conocidos. Ignacio decide esconderse para poder contestarle, si su papá lo atrapaba hablando con el móvil se iba a liar una bien grande.
— ¡Hala! ¿No puedes vivir sin mí no? — Ignacio habla con tono provocador, pero Verónica esta algo ansiosa.
— Si, si como sea, solo llamaba para decirte que mi periodo se ha atrasado unas cuantas semanas...
— ¿Y qué coño quieres que haga Vero? Estudio para ser psicólogo no ginecólogo. Además imagino que con ese montón de pastillas anticonceptivas que consumes, no podrás reproducirte hasta la tercera reencarnación.
— Ja ja ja muy gracioso, solo te avisaba que había probabilidades de un embarazo.
— What? —this last one wipes the smile off Ignacio's face in an instant.
— Yes, I'm probably pregnant, I told you, man! Fucking without a condom was going to cause us problems...
— Let's see Vero, I don't think I'm the only one you've had sex with...
— You're an asshole! It's probably your son, but I don't even know if I want him. I'll probably abort it, I don't want the father of my children to be a sucker.
—Come on, Vero! You are not Mother Teresa of Calcutta either...
The next moment there is no sound, Vero has hung up her cell phone. Suddenly he no longer felt like continuing with jokes, it was serious and he didn't even feel capable of managing his life, much less would he be able to manage the fact of supporting a child.
— ¿Qué? —esto último le borra la sonrisa de la cara a Ignacio en un instante.
— Si, es probable que esté embarazada. ¡Te lo he dicho tío! Follar sin condón nos iba a traer problemas...
— A ver Vero, que no creo que yo sea el único con el que te hayas liado...
— ¡Eres un gilipollas! Es probable que sea tu hijo, pero ni siquiera sé si lo quiero tener. Es probable que lo aborte, no quiero que el padre de mis hijos sea un pringao.
— ¡Vamos tía! Que tú tampoco eres la madre Teresa de Calcuta...
Al siguiente instante no hay sonido, Vero le ha colgado el móvil. De repente ya no le han quedado ganas de seguir con chistes, aquello iba en serio y él que no se sentía capaz ni siquiera de manejar su vida, mucho menos iba a poder manejar el hecho de mantener a un hijo.
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