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Número Errado by Dani Alexander
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      Número Errado
      Wrong Number Dani Alexander
      Enquanto a batida na porta do hotel não era esperada, David encontrou-se um pouco surpreso pelo homem que aguardava do outro lado. "Hm... você não é chinês", reclamou com uma voz cansada e confusa.
      While the knock at the hotel door wasn't unexpected, David found himself mildly surprised by the man waiting on the other side. "Um...You're not Chinese," he frowned, in a tired, confused voice.
      "Você também não", o homem comentou com um sorriso. Um sorriso que aqueceu David por dentro. Um sorriso que aqueceu David.
      "You're not either," the man pointed out with a smile. A smile that made David's insides warm. A smile that made David warm.
      David piscou. "Por que eu deveria ser chinês"?
      David blinked. "Why would I be Chinese?"
      "Por que eu deveria ser chinês?"
      "Why would I be Chinese?"
      "Porque isso foi o que eu pedi?"
      "Because that's what I ordered?"
      "Você pediu um homem chinês?"
      "You ordered a Chinese man?"
      "Sim", David concordou com a cabeça e então discordou. "Não. Eu pedi um tradutor chinês".
      "Yes," David nodded and then shook his head. "No. I ordered a Chinese translator."
      "Ah, isso faz mais sentido".
      "Ah that makes more sense."
      "Sim, devo acreditar que sim", David concordou, interrompendo um outro concordar com a cabeça e arreganhando as sobrancelhas. "O quê?"
      "Yes. I should think so," David agreed, halting another nod and pulling his brows in. "What?"
      "Bem, uma vez que eu deveria ser surpresa..."
      "Well since I was supposed to be a surprise..."
      "Surpresa o quê?"
      "A surprise what?"
      "Encontro", o homem riu e enfiou as mãos nos bolsos de seu jeans. "Sou Jesse". Isto supostamente deveria significar algo, a julgar pelas sobrancelhas erguidas de Jesse e o inclinar de sua cabeça para frente.
      "Date," the man laughed and tucked his hands into his jeans. "I'm Jesse." That was obviously supposed to mean something judging by Jesse's upraised brows and the tilt of his head forward.
      David não estava mais cançado e de repente encontrou-se mudando sua antiga crença de que surpresas fossem irritantes. Ele estava bastante a favor de surpresas no momento. Especialmente de cabelos castanhos, olhos amendoados, musculares, altas e másculas surpresas.
      David was not tired any longer and he suddenly found himself changing his long held belief that surprises were annoying. He was very much in favor of surprises now. Especially brown haired, hazel-eyed, muscular, tall and manly surprises.
      "Jesse?" Por sua vida, David não conseguia se recordar por que este nome deveria significar algo. E ele queria realmente se recordar.
      "Jesse?" For the life of him, David could not recall why that name should mean something. And he really really wanted to recall.
      Jesse riu e entrepassou uma mão atrás do seu cabelo.
      Jesse laughed and rubbed a hand through the back of his hair. "Wow. I thought Carolina had at least mentioned me. She won't stop talking about you. Michael this and Michael that. Okay, well since I'll be murdering her in a few minutes you might call and say your goodbyes."
     
      "No, right Jesse," David blurted out desperately. It was when the man turned to leave that David made his rash decision. He just could not let that smile – er, man – walk away. David Parks who'd never so much as earned a parking ticket in his thirty-six years on earth, was about to steal someone else's blind date. "It's just you're so much hotter than I thought."
     
      When Jesse laughed again and leaned against the doorjamb, David relaxed and smiled back. "Ditto. You're adorable."
     
      David's grin widened through the guilty tap from his conscience. "I should shower and change... If we're going on a date?" He ran a hand through is brown curls and looked down at his jeans and t-shirt.
     
      "You look great. We can grab a pizza next door and watch the game. Carolina said you liked basketball?"
     
      David shook his head. There was only so much he was willing to lie about and he had reached his quota. "Not really," he shrugged sheepishly.
     
      "Me either," Jesse chuckled with a conspiratorial wink. "Just beer and pizza then?"
     
      "Right. Lovely. I just need to –" And that's when the translator showed up. This one, David noted, was Chinese or, at least, Asian.
     
      The tall Asian man looked from David to Jesse. "Mister David Parks?"
     
      "Um... that's me," David sighed and managed a blush as Jesse's brows raised higher than ever. He looked more confused than angry as he turned away and snagged his cell phone from his pocket, lifting it to his ear. Everyone but David was now confused.
     
      Well that's that, he thought. "The depositions are on the desk," he told the translator. Turning around to point at a stack of papers on the hotel desk, he half-listened to Jesse's conversation and half-watched the translator move inside to take a seat.
     
      "Which hotel did you say?" .... "Yes, I'm there but he's not-" ... "What room number?" ... "You texted room seven twenty-five, Carolina!"
     
      David tried to come up with any excuses that did not sound ridiculous. He couldn't think of a single thing. It didn't help any that his eyes kept wandering over Jesse's broad shoulders.
     
      ... "Yes I'm sure; I'm looking at the text right now. It says seven twenty-five, not four twenty-five." When Jesse turned around and caught David staring, he managed an amused smile. David's blush threatened to require a fire extinguisher. "No... no I think I have a date already for tonight."... "Yeah, he's damn cute."... "I'll tell you tomorrow. Bye."
     
      "Sorry," David blurted.
     
      "While we wait for your translator, I guess we should make introductions?"
    Número Errado     Wrong Number
    Enquanto a batida na porta do hotel não era esperada, David encontrou-se um pouco surpreso pelo homem que aguardava do outro lado. "Hm... você não é chinês", reclamou com uma voz cansada e confusa.     While the knock at the hotel door wasn't unexpected, David found himself mildly surprised by the man waiting on the other side. "Um...You're not Chinese," he frowned, in a tired, confused voice.
    "Você também não", o homem comentou com um sorriso. Um sorriso que aqueceu David por dentro. Um sorriso que aqueceu David.     "You're not either," the man pointed out with a smile. A smile that made David's insides warm. A smile that made David warm.
    David piscou. "Por que eu deveria ser chinês"?     David blinked. "Why would I be Chinese?"
    "Por que eu deveria ser chinês?"     "Why would I be Chinese?"
    "Porque isso foi o que eu pedi?"     "Because that's what I ordered?"
    "Você pediu um homem chinês?"     "You ordered a Chinese man?"
    "Sim", David concordou com a cabeça e então discordou. "Não. Eu pedi um tradutor chinês".     "Yes," David nodded and then shook his head. "No. I ordered a Chinese translator."
    "Ah, isso faz mais sentido".     "Ah that makes more sense."
    "Sim, devo acreditar que sim", David concordou, interrompendo um outro concordar com a cabeça e arreganhando as sobrancelhas. "O quê?"     "Yes. I should think so," David agreed, halting another nod and pulling his brows in. "What?"
    "Bem, uma vez que eu deveria ser surpresa..."     "Well since I was supposed to be a surprise..."
    "Surpresa o quê?"     "A surprise what?"
    "Encontro", o homem riu e enfiou as mãos nos bolsos de seu jeans. "Sou Jesse". Isto supostamente deveria significar algo, a julgar pelas sobrancelhas erguidas de Jesse e o inclinar de sua cabeça para frente.     "Date," the man laughed and tucked his hands into his jeans. "I'm Jesse." That was obviously supposed to mean something judging by Jesse's upraised brows and the tilt of his head forward.
    David não estava mais cançado e de repente encontrou-se mudando sua antiga crença de que surpresas fossem irritantes. Ele estava bastante a favor de surpresas no momento. Especialmente de cabelos castanhos, olhos amendoados, musculares, altas e másculas surpresas.     David was not tired any longer and he suddenly found himself changing his long held belief that surprises were annoying. He was very much in favor of surprises now. Especially brown haired, hazel-eyed, muscular, tall and manly surprises.
    "Jesse?" Por sua vida, David não conseguia se recordar por que este nome deveria significar algo. E ele queria realmente se recordar.     "Jesse?" For the life of him, David could not recall why that name should mean something. And he really really wanted to recall.
    Jesse riu e entrepassou uma mão atrás do seu cabelo.     Jesse laughed and rubbed a hand through the back of his hair. "Wow. I thought Carolina had at least mentioned me. She won't stop talking about you. Michael this and Michael that. Okay, well since I'll be murdering her in a few minutes you might call and say your goodbyes."
         "No, right Jesse," David blurted out desperately. It was when the man turned to leave that David made his rash decision. He just could not let that smile – er, man – walk away. David Parks who'd never so much as earned a parking ticket in his thirty-six years on earth, was about to steal someone else's blind date. "It's just you're so much hotter than I thought."
         When Jesse laughed again and leaned against the doorjamb, David relaxed and smiled back. "Ditto. You're adorable."
         David's grin widened through the guilty tap from his conscience. "I should shower and change... If we're going on a date?" He ran a hand through is brown curls and looked down at his jeans and t-shirt.
         "You look great. We can grab a pizza next door and watch the game. Carolina said you liked basketball?"
         David shook his head. There was only so much he was willing to lie about and he had reached his quota. "Not really," he shrugged sheepishly.
         "Me either," Jesse chuckled with a conspiratorial wink. "Just beer and pizza then?"
         "Right. Lovely. I just need to –" And that's when the translator showed up. This one, David noted, was Chinese or, at least, Asian.
         The tall Asian man looked from David to Jesse. "Mister David Parks?"
         "Um... that's me," David sighed and managed a blush as Jesse's brows raised higher than ever. He looked more confused than angry as he turned away and snagged his cell phone from his pocket, lifting it to his ear. Everyone but David was now confused.
         Well that's that, he thought. "The depositions are on the desk," he told the translator. Turning around to point at a stack of papers on the hotel desk, he half-listened to Jesse's conversation and half-watched the translator move inside to take a seat.
         "Which hotel did you say?" .... "Yes, I'm there but he's not-" ... "What room number?" ... "You texted room seven twenty-five, Carolina!"
         David tried to come up with any excuses that did not sound ridiculous. He couldn't think of a single thing. It didn't help any that his eyes kept wandering over Jesse's broad shoulders.
         ... "Yes I'm sure; I'm looking at the text right now. It says seven twenty-five, not four twenty-five." When Jesse turned around and caught David staring, he managed an amused smile. David's blush threatened to require a fire extinguisher. "No... no I think I have a date already for tonight."... "Yeah, he's damn cute."... "I'll tell you tomorrow. Bye."
         "Sorry," David blurted.
         "While we wait for your translator, I guess we should make introductions?"
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