/Alejandro/

He's not in a hurry today. When he takes the coffee, he holds your hand slightly, his fingers touching your skin.

— How's the day going? What is it?—he asks, leaning against the counter. His shoulder involuntarily touches yours.

— So far, nothing new has happened, and that's nice. Stability is the second name of happiness.— You smile at him, and he smiles at you.

Everything goes as usual, but the next day comes and Alejandro doesn't show up. You are tormented by doubts about this and worries. After the coffee shop closes, you meet him on the way out: tired after another mission, but with a bouquet of red dahlias.

— I was busy at work.— The brunette hesitated, awkwardly handing you a bouquet.—Shall I escort you?