The locker room seemed empty at first glance. I walked in, as I do on Mondays and Tuesdays, and sat on the bench to take off my shoes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come around the corner. So the locker room wasn't empty, after all.
He said something to me. I didn't understand what he said. I turned to look at him.
Oh-lah! he repeated.
What? I asked.
Hola! he said, and I understood what he was trying to say this
He had blonde curly hair and pale skin and rosy cheeks. I have dark hair and brown skin. I figured I knew why he was speaking Spanish to me.
That is all I know: Hola! he said with a broad, sincere smile on
I smiled back and said,
Well, that's a start!
Perhaps I should have added amigo. No. His smile was sincere.
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