10.

On the morrow of that great night, he found a post-it on te mirror that was opposite the bed. It said:

"I have gone to write to de park, 

yes, today you are my ideas"

He smiled, took his camera and went out the door. Because today, she inspired him too.

When she arrived home she found him making  lunch and also she found something that she never had seen in the house before, a camera. She took it and saw all the photos that were already in the walls, the new photos of today and some photos of her while she were writting...

-Oh! you´re you! You are the "J" in the photos! Why did not you tell me? Are really good!.- She shouted.

-Simply, I didn´t want any contact with you, remember? I work as a waiter at my favourite bar, the photos are only a hobby that I reserve just for me.

-Not only for you if I am in your photos...

-No...you shouldn´t have seen that! Give it back! 

-Tell me your fucking name once!

-JACK.

-Ok Mr.Jack..I´ll give you the camera if you...

She stopped to talk, took a photo of him, she begun to laugh a lot and said:

-Take it if you can!.- She kissed him and ran fastly to the shower.

9. Her thoughts

It was our first date, but my desire for him was a long time in my heart that I could not take it anymore. He was as always talking and talking and laughing with that crooked smile he had, which made ​​me shudder every time I see it.
Happened many times in my head all night that idea, and already, in that bar full of art and jazz, nest of any musician, while he talked and laughed and laughed and talked, while we werw facing each other, I stood firm, without hesitation, I stood before him, and I kissed him.
And then I felt I had ever felt for anyone. Suddenly the kiss became more kisses, the kisses in caresses and  and sighs in the ear, and sighs in  faltering breath .. The next day was a precious gift in my sheets, it was He.

8.

One day, she was writting in her notebook, the notebook which she never let anyone read it and he took it just to fuck.
-Give me, it´s not your toy!!.-She shouted.
-Oh! come on! Someday I had to do it!.
But the notebook fell off to the floor, and from the leaves left a photo. She began to cry.
And it happened what they were waiting for.... That incident brought them closer together.
-Yes, she is my mother, if I am here it´s not for other thing that her. Where I lived, I felt overwhelmed, I needed air. She died two years ago, of cancer. This was her favourite city. I know it like I was from here. And because of this I´m back. For feel myself like her when she went to here, free, for write everything and more, when she was in her dear Barcelona.
He didn´t say anything...Just he embraced her. And he understood some things.
And, obviously he fell in love a little more with her.