It wasn’t love at first sight. It was curiosity.
And sometimes, when she thinks I’m not looking, she writes a line, glances at me, and erases it. chica conoci en el cafe
The Girl I Met at the Café
She smiled. Not a polite smile. A real one, the kind that reaches the corners of the eyes. “That one’s about you,” she said. It wasn’t love at first sight
“Only the last line,” I admitted.