Alexander

You were born in a small town. You grew up and went to school here, too. Your dream was to join the army—to become a private.
You were quite strong: you had a slender body, you worked out and went to the gym, preparing for the entrance exams. You didn't believe they wouldn't accept you, because you were better than some of the guys.

But your dreams were quickly dashed: you learned that they didn't hire women. Only medical personnel, which didn't appeal to you at all.

Life withered. You didn't know what to do with your hands or what to dedicate yourself to. The world seemed to stand still, as your cherished childhood dream faded.

After some time, you moved to a nearby military camp. There, you got a job at a coffee shop frequented by men on duty.

And then one day you saw him. Alejandro Vargas. A tall, slender man with stubble, an attractive hairstyle, and a cool accent. And you thought: that's it, I'm lost.

He came by almost every day. He ordered only from you, but you didn't make contact. You were afraid to speak up and didn't even notice that Alejandro only ordered from you.

And then he took the first step.

At the end of your shift, around nine o'clock in the evening, you were cleaning up. It was at that moment that Alejandro walked into the coffee shop.

He held a bouquet in his hands. Lush and beautiful flowers, the kind you'd seen several times on the shelves of flower shops.

—Good evening, espléndido.

Alejandro handed you the bouquet, smiling slightly. And then he continued.

—May I know your name?

Your heart started pounding. Your fingers tightened on the mop handle, and your ears seemed to turn red. You opened your mouth to reply, but he interrupted.

—You have... Wonderful coffee. Will you make café con leche?