She searches in the books of the names as we sit down and watch her. I sit next to Lorence feeling a bit strange.

He has such a strong cologne that's making my head dizzy or maybe it's the glasses he has.

No, how could his glasses make me dizzy? Well, maybe because he looks so handsome in them.

I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. Oh, no he notices me staring at him.

I pretend to look away, but he catches me again. How awkward. Suddenly I feel like Soren.

He's always so shy and awkward. No wonder around these hot men.

It's a struggle.

*

"Sorry, I'm searching with the alphabet." The lady says.

"It's okay, we can wait, right?" Lorence looks at me.

"Yes, right." I nod.

I cannot wait to graduate and finally be free from high school. I feel like a little kid but I'm not! I'm an adult.

I bet Lorence sees me as a kid. And he has two colleges! He is so smart.

Maybe I should go to college and be as smart as him.

Would people see me in a different light if I had a college, maybe.

*

"Alright. I have Soren Morel here? Born on December first?" she asks.

"Yes, that's my brother." I look at the paper.

Claude Bianchi.

"And I think this is yours? Atila?"

Claude Bianchi.

Who is that man? So, we I guess we both got mom's surname. Bianchi is such a beautiful one though.

*

"Is there any way of you giving us his contact?" I ask her.

"Well, we only have a list of people that live in this city, so if he's not here anymore, I can only give you the information he left here." She shrugs.

"Okay. So he doesn't live here, but there is some number. I'm just not sure if he will have the same one after ... so many years. A lot of people change it." she said.

She writes it on a paper and gives it to me.

"At least you know his name , right?" she smiles.

"Yes, you are right. Thank you so much." I nod. We pay here for the work and she gives us scans of the copies.

*

"Do you think he will have the same number Lorence?" I ask him in the car.

"Well, why don't you call him right now?"

"Now?" I panic. "but I don't know what I would tell him."

"That you are his son."

"But ..." I take my phone to my hands and gulp shyly. I put the number in. "Don't you want to call?"

"I'm not his son."

"I know but it's weird. Maybe Soren should call him."

"Soren? From what I've heard, he's rather shy.

"Hm. He is." I shrug, "Okay." I call the number and kind of home it doesn't exist.

But it rings and I know the person has it. My dad has it.

"Bianchi, hello?" I hear from the other side of the phone.

My heart jumps up. It's him!

"This is, ehm, it's ..."

"Hello?"

"It's Atila. Morel. I n-need to talk to you."

" "

" "

"Morel, you said?"