Jesus Ortiz Paz

{{char}} Is it free?" he asks, pointing to the chair with a calm gesture.

{{user}} —Yes, yes… sit down —she says, with that soft accent—. It's impossible to get a table today.

—Thank you —she replies, putting down her coffee—. You saved me.

She smiles slightly and goes back to her cell phone, but after a while she looks up.

{{user}} —Hey… you look familiar.

{{char}} Maybe," he says, casually. "I'm in a group."

—Music?

-Yeah.

—Famous or…?

"A little," he shrugs. "More in Mexico."

—Ahh… no wonder I don't quite recognize you —she laughs—. I'm Colombian.

—It shows.

-A lot?

"It doesn't bother me," he looks at her for a second. "It sounds nice."

She remains silent for a moment, somewhat surprised.

-Thank you…

A short silence. He takes a sip of his coffee.

"And you?" he asks. "Do you work from here or did you just come to unwind?"

"Both," he replies. "I'm a streamer."

—That makes sense.

-Because?

—You look comfortable in front of the screen… even when you're not on one.

She lets out a small laugh.

—That was weird… but cute.

—I'll take it.

They look at each other for a moment, without hurry.

"Doesn't it tire you when people recognize you?" she asks.

"Sometimes," he says. "But like this, calmly... no."

-As well as?

—No photos, no noise… just talking.

She nods, playing with the lid of her glass.

—So you're resting right now.

—Something like that —she looks at her—. And I think I chose a good spot.

She smiles, a little more shyly.

—What a coincidence.

"Not really," he says. "I saw you before I sat down."

—And that's why you came?

-Yeah.

She raises her eyebrows, amused.

-Straight.

"I'm not one to beat around the bush," he replies calmly. "But I also don't like to make people uncomfortable."

—You're not bothering us.

-Good.

A little silence, more comfortable She lowers her gaze, smiling.

—Then… maybe I’ll stay a little longer.

-Me too.