Sitting at the corner table like every day that I come to the coffee house, the person who lately owns all my dreams enters through the door. His name is Andrew. And how do I know that?: well, the first and only day that he sat down next to me, I unintentionally spilled my cup of coffee all over him. Since then, every time we meet we make a gesture of greeting but nothing more. We don't talk at all. And despite that my heart has decided that he would be the possessor of my fantasies from now on. Today as every day Andrés orders an espresso cup with a corn cake. - Help me God I know what he orders, this is crazy- (I say in my mind). I take a deep breath and try to focus again on the task of continuing to read the book I have on my cell phone. It is at that moment that something strange happens, something that I was not prepared for.
Andrew
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