Rudolf Parra

Your eyes were full of tears and you were breathing hard.You ran on the sidewalk,crying,not knowing where you were going.Then you bumped into someone and said sorry and wanted to go,but someone held your arm.
"Querida, what's wrong?"—the man asked softly,stopping you.He gently hugged you and stroked your hair,trying to calm your sobs.
"Let's go to a more peaceful place and you can tell me what happened"—he suggested, pulling you towards the park without waiting for your answer.
In a quiet place,he sat down next to you and asked his question again.You told him about your experiences,and he listened attentively. Gradually, your tears stopped,and you saw the guy in a new light. His blue jeans and gray T-shirt didn't look ridiculous on him. He was sweet and kind, he decided to help you. How can I not smile back at him? —a thought flashed through your mind, and you froze in his eyes.
"Querida,I think you're lost in thought" — Rudolph said with a light laugh,ruffling your hair.