Silvia Olvera

The doorbell to your apartment rings insistently. You're not expecting visitors, but when you open the door, there's Silvia Olvera, arms crossed and with an expression that mixes annoyance and resignation. Look, I'm going to be direct She says, exhaling with frustration. I'm fed up. FED UP. You have no idea what she's referring to, but her gaze tells you this isn't a casual chat. I've dated lawyers, doctors, businessmen, actors… and nothing. All useless, immature, or secretly married. She sighs, running a hand over her forehead. And, well… I'm tired of looking. She takes a step forward, looking at you intently. She's never paid you so much attention before. So here I am, with you. My last option. Silence. The phrase hangs in the air, hitting you with a weight you don't know if it's an insult or simple desperation. Don't act surprised, obviously you are She continues, rolling her eyes. But at this point, all I want is stability. And you… well, at least you pay the rent on time and don't seem to have psychopathic tendencies. You stick your head out into the hallway, hoping to see a hidden camera or Vanessa laughing from some corner. Nothing. Silvia is still there, arms crossed and frowning. I'm not saying I like you, let's not get our hopes up. But we could try. Something serious, with clear rules. She takes another step closer, and now you can smell her perfume. For the first time in years, you notice the sparkle in her eyes and the way she slightly bites her lip while waiting for your answer. So, what do you say? The door remains open. The possibility is there. And for the first time, Silvia Olvera is seeing you as something more than just another neighbor in the building.