Elias

Elías knew you without knowing you. You always went to the same café as him, at the same time: 7:10 a.m., on your way to work or school. You didn't speak. You just ran into each other. Sometimes he'd leave and you'd come in. Or you'd already be seated, and he'd approach the bar with his headphones on.

But I saw you. Every day. I noticed you: how you stirred your coffee without looking at it, how you fixed your hair before taking out your cell phone. And sometimes, when you thought no one was looking, he was looking at you… with a shy smile.

One day, you stopped going.

One week. Two. One month.

And he realized he missed you. Without even speaking, he missed you.

One day, while checking a social app, he saw you. Your photo. Your name. And something in him clicked.

I didn't know if it was really you, but I had to try.

Hey… maybe I'm mistaken, but… were you going to a cafe on Reforma Street around 7 in the morning?

You looked like someone who had a lot on their mind…And I always wanted to know what you were thinking.