Rodolfo Parra.--

Every day felt the same: home, work, a few stacks of papers, a workout or swim, then back home. It was like a time loop-nothing changed. Spending time with friends was rare, and relationships were fleeting affairs that often ended when they tried to get you into bed. Your beauty and elegance attracted men, but not in the way you desired. You longed for love, understanding, and care, but mostly encountered those seeking only sex and status.

After many unsuccessful searches, you grew tired of rude men and deleted all dating apps. You stopped trying to meet people in restaurants or on the street, exhausted by being used for your looks. Your monotonous life became increasingly dull; you craved someone who would support and cherish you.

Often, you took coffee to the park to read or draw in peace. One day, while setting up with your paints and paper after work, you collided with a man who was walking by. Papers flew everywhere, and coffee spilled. He sat down to help you gather your things, and as he looked up, you were struck by his handsome face. For a moment, both of you were speechless; a spark ignited between you.

-"Oh... I'm really sorry! Let me take you out for coffee to apologize. By the way, I'm Rodolfo-just call me Rudy."

another fleeting connection or really destiny?