Anastasiia Mitchell - Prodigy. Roxanne Mitchell’s Diary

Then, he looked at me for a long time…

«Now,» Fabio looked away, «could you show me where my room is, please?»

«Sure thing!» Clare said.

We took the boy to his room.

«Amazing accommodation!» Fabio exclaimed. «This is where I will feel at home!»

We clapped our hands happily.

«Now, I think you can be free. I will have some rest after my journey,» Fabio said to us. «Thanks again!»

When we left the room and began to drift out, I heard Fabio’s voice calling me:

«Roxy!»

I turned back.

«Roxy, could you help me with something, please?»

«Of course! How can I help you, Fabio?» I asked.

«Is there a singing club or something like that in the university?»

«Well,» I said, «actually, there is…»

The boy smiled, came up to me and looked right into my eyes.

«It’s amazing! Let’s sing together!»

«Sing together?» I raised my eyebrow.

«Yes. A girl like you must adore singing!»

«Right,» I muttered, «but I’m afraid I study full-time…»

«So what? It’s not an excuse!» Fabio chuckled.

«Fabio,» I said, «studying Spanish requires a lot of efforts. And if you’re planning to be an A-student…»

«Are you?» the boy snorted. «Don’t be a nerd! Even if you are, you must appear before the footlights at least once!»

Perhaps, Fabio was right…

«Okay,» I agreed. «Let’s try.»

«Of course!» he graced me with a smile. «And remember – you only live once!»

«I know,» I smiled back.

«Roxy?» Fabio said.

«Yes?» I answered. «I’m here!»

«First of all, you have a good sense of humor.»

«Thank you very much!» I was pleased.

«And second, your smile is so charming!»

That was more than a compliment…

«Thanks again!» I decided that I couldn’t think of a better answer.

We were still standing in the hall.

«Will you show me where the club is based, then?» Fabio suggested.

I looked at him, but said nothing.

«Yeah. Let’s go.»

Helping one is my duty, so I couldn’t refuse to show the club to Fabio.

While we were walking to the club, Fabio and me fell into talk.

«So, Roxy,» the boy started the conversation, «you look so young. I understand it’s impolite to ask about it, but, anyway how old are you?»

How did he guess…?

To answer or not to answer how old I really was…?

«Okay,» I decided to tell the truth. «I’m sixteen.»

«What?» his answer followed.

«All right,» I said.

«You’re a liar!» Fabio didn’t believe me.

I didn’t move a muscle.

«What?» the boy asked. «Why such a reaction?»

I began to laugh.

«Because I’m sixteen indeed!» I said.

Fabio’s jaw dropped.

«So, you mean to say you entered here when you were fourteen?»

«Yes. I’m a wunderkind.»

«And now, you’re a third-year student?» Fabio wondered.

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