The writer pauses; I thought that he cared.
“So you aren´t meeting me for coffees because you care about me?”, he replies as he turns his head to the beach.
“Yeah, again”, I reply as I take a sip from the taza, “I´m not sure why you think that what you do in your life has any relevance on me? I am just listening to see if I will be affected, in any way–besides that, I´m not joking, that I don´t care.”
I pause; that´s kinda harsh.
“I´m not saying that you don´t matter, or that you´re not important, or that you aren´t a part of my life–but, right now, I have things going on in my life, and plans, and I am listening to see if I need to change what I´m going to do. How will I be affected by what you are doing? I do care; but I have to do something and that´s where my mind is?”
“But, I thought that it was an excellent fruit cake”, he replies as he pulls the platter on the table back towards him, “it was an act of kindness.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “it was a great thought–I understand what you are saying. But, you need to meet me at my level–that means that you need to understand what´s going in my life. If I was hungry, a fruit cake would be great.”
“I was up all night cooking.”
“I don´t doubt it.”
I pause; I take a sip of coffee; I turn my head towards the beach and then back to the writer; I sigh.
“Take it home–enjoy it. This is work, I want to focus on the current project. I got a call in the night–there´s a new planet that wants to cultivate a new industry–this time we are planting apples.”
“It sounds like work.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I lean back in my recliner and take a sip, “it´s pretty shitty–that´s why you are going to do it and I´m going to get paid.”
“Welcome to life.”
“When are we going?”
“2 shakes of a lambs tail.”
“Oh”, I reply as I turn my head from the waiter to the writer, “sorry–I was ordering a drink. We can go this afternoon, if you´re available.”