THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID MOUTH-TO-MOUTH!
WHO: Martín and Lucy. (If anyone else wants to drop by, just PM!)
WHEN: Monday afternoon. (July 26th)
WHERE: First Aid & CPR class at LU.
WHAT: Well, I guess we're supposed to be learning how to save lives...
It was only a little after one in the afternoon but Martín was already crashing. Hard. He'd stayed up all night cramming for another class and now -half-awake, dark and heavy-lidded eyes staring off into the middle-distance and brain slipping into a less-than-academical world of mini-skirts and the bodies in them- the instructor's monotonous voice was doing wonders putting him to sleep.
Bad idea, given the course.
It was then that the air-conditioning kicked in and the abrupt whirring right over his damn head made him jolt upright, knocking his bag off his desk. As a few people stopped to turn around and glare at him, the smile the Argentine offered was less sheepish and a little more slack-jawed. If anything, it somehow made him look more arrogant without even trying.