Rainy day in Almería. Completely wet I park my scooter in the main city center, looking for a building where my friend waits for me…I walk fast with my helmet on and a folder in my hand. 6.30 pm and suddenly there is nobody in the street but a tall, model-look like girl.
She´s walking in the same direction as me. I check her out: long boots with ultra high-hills heels, wearing red and short skirt, fitting a black jacket, she´s walking slow and notoriously moving her hips under an umbrella. I dont see her face but I can put her in that drawer of my mind.
I am like 25 meters behind her and about to arrive to the building.
Something calls her attention, a shop window I guess. As if I was watching a slow-motion video on youtube, I see her slipping in that shiny marble and granite pavement. Her butt hits the ground and for a second I see a suffering face.
What I did: immediately turn to the left and look to whatever thing could be there; a wall, a window, a poster… there was a (closed) bank; I pretended to look for someone inside… 10 seconds later I dare to look again. She was inside the shop, I suppouse.
And I wondered… why I didn’t run to help that girl?
I guess my brain decided that the best way to help her was making her believe that nobody saw her fall in that wet ground.
Preconceived beliefs… about pretty chicks.
