When I got out of the airport, I feel like a whole new world just welcomed me. Everything about Spain is just different from my hometown.

It was already afternoon as the flight almost took half a day, but it didn't really matter, it was the right amount of long, or maybe it was just me, because I fell asleep almost the whole flight. I woke up extra early today than usual, so no one, I mean no one should blame me.

I chuckled at myself. I almost convince myself everyday that I'm a, somewhat, sad person but I really do know how to even make myself distracted, like how I literally checked out that guy earlier for my whole waiting minutes, and how I'm even making myself laugh right now.

I've been really weird lately...

I then again took a deep breath as I looked around. It's my first time here. If it wasn't for my phone's map, I'd probably look dumb looking around here.

It's actually beneficial to get myself a tour guide but... I'm broke.

My money's only enough for the hotel that I booked where I'll be staying in for two weeks or more and some other important things I need to stay alive.

"Hola, puedes...por favor llevarme...uhmm... a...este hotel?", I asked the taxi driver, barely even understanding myself. I showed him the picture of the hotel and he just nodded his head. (Hello, can you please take me to this hotel?)

I studied the Spanish language last night until midnight, but it seems like I've forgotten most of the things that I tried so hard to remember. Over night, how could I forget them easily?

But at the very least, I successfully asked someone to take me somewhere.

I sighed in relief as I leaned back on the car seat and waited for the taxi to take me to my destination.

I even had a moment to look outside and be in awe and can't keep myself from admiring the streets. It was beautiful, like how I expected it to be.

"Hola!", I greeted the lady front desk staff and she widely smiled at me. "Uhm...I uh...reservé..."

"It's okay ma'am. You can speak in english if you're having trouble.", The moment I heard her say that very first english word, I felt everything in me lit up.

"Oh thank you so much, finally.", I almost thanked her more and in a more absurd way but I immediately stopped myself when she chuckled. She's the second person that I met here and I'm already embarrassing myself...

"Yes, of course. You're welcome."

I awkwardly chuckled, "So uhmm... I booked a room here days before..."

"Alright ma'am, I'll just check it in a bit."

"Y—Yes, thank you!", I smiled at her and stood on my heel, still a bit nervous, as I waited for her to finish looking for my name.

I opened the door to my room and a beam couldn't help but escape my lips when the scent of the room welcomed me.

I dragged my luggage inside and gently set it aside as I plopped on the bed. It was so much more softer than my bed and I like it.

I stared at the ceiling and all the things that I went through played inside my head. I suddenly feel proud of myself, for still keeping my life together and how I managed to go to places.

Ever since I started working, ever since I started dating him, I feel like I haven't had the opportunity to enjoy myself like this, alone without worrying much about anything but just me.

As the bed got even more comfier, I wished for everything to stay like this forever or just for even a long while.

But no, I still have to buy myself stuffs from the grocery.

I went down using the lift, and when I got out the first thing I saw was the front desk. There wasn't a lot of people there in the lobby that this certain guy in a white shirt caught my eye for a brief moment.

He looked familiar but I can't seem to remember when or where did I meet him. How his body looked was almost vivid at the back of my head but I just can't complete it.

"Where did I see him again?", I mumbled to myself as I started walking again. "Or did I really see him somewhere?"

"Good morning. Yeah I booked a room.", I walked past the front desk and momentarily heard his voice, his deep but soothing voice, but it already repeatedly played inside my head like a catchy melody.

I told and made myself believe that it's rare for me to easily get attracted to guys but here I am, even getting attracted to that stranger's voice.

How I wish I had lack of attraction to everyone whom I know that I wouldn't meet again like any other people.

I went out of the hotel and luckily there was a near grocery store that was just a walking distance.

After getting everything that I needed, I went back to the hotel. But before I could even completely get inside the lobby, I slipped and fell out of balance but with a little luck, I managed to stay on my foot. But on the bad side, people stared at me, I could feel they're strong gazes towards me that I knew right there, I just humiliated myself in a place that I barely even know.

Oh just kill me now.

As my face screwed. I walked fast up until the lift, good thing when I got there, the door was still open that I immediately got inside.

I bit my lower lip as I shut my eyes close, mostly hoping that everything that happened just now was a delusion.

I haven't even been here for twenty four hours but I already want to go back, or maybe go somewhere that is nowhere near here.

I just want to cry, bundle myself in my bed and just isolate myself from people for some days.

I messed up! I messed—

"Uh—", I cut my own thoughts when I heard a guy's voice from beside me. I almost flinched but good thing, it was just slightly, but I really felt my heart skipping a big one beat. "Which floor?", He asked but I didn't take the risk to meet his face. I was just anxious that what if he saw me earlier too. It'll just double— no, triple my humiliation.

"T—Three, at floor three."

Still without looking at him, I saw his fingers pressed the buttons.

I straightened my posture but bowed my head so my hair would cover my face.

I know for a fact that elevators are short but at that moment it seemed like the time was intentionally dragging.

How can I even be this unlucky?

I looked down on my shoes but my focus immediately shifted when I remembered this guy's voice beside me.

His question circulated in my mind, trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar.

The answer was somewhere there inside my mind but I can't seem to take a grip of it. Without thinking much more, I just disregarded those thoughts.

How can I even worry over someones familiar voice when I also have tons of problems to be worried about, for example: like what happened earlier.

I feel like my braincells slowly dying. First, I have to learn Spanish, second, I'm literally trying to figure out almost everything that I encountered with which really adds up, and lastly, I have to figure out as well on how I'll stay here after embarrassing myself from people.