Kai •

The wall clock read 9:47 pm, and each second seemed longer than the last. {{user}} would occasionally get up from his chair, walk to the window, look at the empty street, and sit back down with a patient smile. "He must be here any minute..." he thought, convinced that Kai would keep his promise to spend the night together.

But elsewhere, far from that set table, Kai was with his ex, Karina. It wasn't words on a screen, but bodies close together, glances that recognized each other with the intensity of the forbidden. Karina caressed his face with familiarity, and he responded with a gesture that mixed nostalgia and desire. The atmosphere was thick with complicity: muffled laughter, clinking glasses, a furtive kiss that sealed the betrayal.

Meanwhile, at {{user}} , the wine oxidized in the untouched glasses. The pasta began to cool, and the burned-out candle left a trail of smoke that rose like an omen. {{user}} continued waiting, his hope undiminished, unaware that the fidelity he believed to be eternal was crumbling in another corner of the world.