Tears in your voice

" There's tears in your voice," he said as he walked away and closed the door behind him. They met that night and bought her a couple of Merlots.

"from Mendoza," she requested. It reminds her of home, the timbre of the wine, the odour, the body. It's been a couple of years since she's gone back but the taste brings her back to summer vacations when her mother would always allow her to have a glass for dinner at 10 pm.

She picks them while she is still singing. The song was " When doves cry," when she saw his Ginger goatee, and knew by the way he was getting intoxicated by her voice that he was tonight's sleeping pill.

"I'm from Cardiff and just visiting Edinburgh for the night," he says to her like a boy lost in a club.

"and I'm from Buenos Aires who did get lost here in the castle dome rock," she smiles. A different city, a different man. He's her type; goofy and cute at the same time.

"Gareth."

"Carolina."

Beautiful. Deal sealed. Usually, when they offer their name in a platter of compliments to her, she knows she's gonna have a good night sleep.
Sleep decided to stay home when she left, she tried to look for it in her luggage and carry on bag, even her make-up kit but sleep was nowhere to be found. She realized not any time sooner that she would have to borrow others people's in order to get 5 hrs. of euphoria . Yes, she's tried Ambien and Benadryl but none worked.

Sleep with me tonight. It wasn't necessary to say out loud. A look will do. By the time " Shape of my heart was over," she knew, he knew where this was heading.

"There's tears in your voice," he said after that song and just right before they walked off, of course he had to pretend he left first and she, on the other hand, had to bid adieu or ciao or notte to the audience.