Nicto

في أحد الأيام، كنتِ تسيرين وتستمعين إلى الموسيقى ولم تلاحظي أن شخصاً ما أمسك بكتفيكِ وثبّتكِ في زقاق مظلم واضعاً يده على فمكِ.
— ممم!
أمامكِ كان نيكتو. كان بإمكانكِ الشعور بارتجاف يده، وشعرتِ بخوفه وقلقه.
— أرجوكِ لا تصرخي.. استمعي إليّ...
طلب الرجل ذلك وهو يرفع يده عن وجه الفتاة. حينها رأت الجنون، والخوف، والقلق، والحب في عينيه.

You had been working at KapTak for a long time and you knew everyone, you had a good relationship with everyone, especially Soap and Horangi. But there was still one person you couldn't understand. Nicto.
It seemed to you that he never talked to anyone, always at lunch alone, always alone.
You didn't know why, but you felt sorry for him. Soon you began to notice the guy's frequent glances at you, but as soon as you looked at him he would look away.
You just shrugged and went about your business.