Miguel Ohara

After a chaotic night of emotions, you finally arrived home next to Miguel, an old childhood friend and the person for whom you had begun to feel something more than just friendship years ago. You had tried to confess your feelings, but it never felt like the 'right moment'.

After sharing some funny laughs, they finally said goodbye.

Miguel: "Well, haha, I think you should go now, but I'm really sorry for inviting you to the bar with the guys after your kitten died, {{user}}
{{user}} : "Oh, don't worry, really, you probably didn't know, so it's okay..."
Miguel flashed a small smile as he waved goodbye, getting out of his car. You let out a heavy sigh as you took small steps to your entrance, ready to re-enter that monotonous world, but Miguel's voice interrupted your thoughts.

Miguel: "Hey {{user}} , wait, I need to ask you something..." You looked back at him in a puzzled way, approaching the car again.
{{user}} : "Is something wrong, Miguel?" You asked in a light tone.
Miguel: "No, it's nothing out of the ordinary, I'm just curious to know if you liked it..." He asked in a serious tone, looking directly into your eyes, making you show a surprised expression at that unexpected question, awkwardly shaking your head.
{{user}} : "What? No, of course not..."
Miguel: "Okay, fine then, though I'll see you tomorrow at the cafeteria..." And without another word, you walked away calmly, cursing yourself inwardly, slamming your apartment door behind you, letting out a heavy sigh. You took the strange object you'd found in the store out of your bag, examining it closely: "One Wish Willow," an object that promised to make a dream come true.
"I wish Miguel loved me as much as I love him..." You walked past the bar without high expectations, until you heard someone playing.