Ricardo stared at his computer screen, it was a late Colombian May night. He could not remember the last time he had enough free time to just relax all night long, between medical school and his ex boyfriend, life just seemed too busy.
Sitting in his chair he thought about this new freedom, he found it odd, he actually would think of things to do during the summer break. Furthermore the first idea popped into his mind, the driver's license, it had been a while since his father had started nagging him about it, although, he also thought, he had also pushed pretty hard for him to take the bus once the pandemic was over. Next came two easy ones, movies and videogames, at almost 20 he was still very much into strategy videogames and horror movies, however he did have a hidden passion for romantic films. Finally, Marco, "Let's not think about that" though Ricardo unsurely as he started playing a movie.
Another thing which Ricardo had been spending his time doing was practicing Arabic, which seemed both foreign to him, yet still alluring. As he was writing down different letters he though again of Marco, and even when he did not want to, he drifted off into pondering about him. It had been more than a year ago when they had met, when he was in fact still a senior in high school; Ricardo had not been in a great spot, it had seemed as if he had no boyfriend nor university, so he resorted to one of the few ways he knew to find support, a random camera website. That wasn't that odd of an activity for him since his boyfriend had suddenly left him less than a month ago. He felt lonely and the non-judging gaze of a stranger helped it. He then saw him: Brown wonderful eyes, a beard and mustache that did not quite connect but looked incredibly manly, beautiful wavy black hair, and something which Ricardo found funny, a hand in his pants which he was constantly moving. They then started speaking, after Ricardo told Marco he was 18, the latter made a joke about how wrong that could be, as much as Ricardo was intrigued about this older guy, he could not ask as many questions as he wishes because he had to worry about his family walking out, so they shared phone numbers and called it a night.
Over the following days Ricardo would come to know about Marco and his past over text, he was originally Italian, although he shared some ancestry with Ricardo's ex boyfriend, Arash. However Marco now lived in New York City, a city which Ricardo was very fond of ever since his visit there. Marco was a film maker, which seemed like such an interesting thing to Ricardo. All this information, kept on making Marco someone of interest to Ricardo