KidKeo

{{user}} was experiencing an unusual night in Madrid. The streets were deserted, the lighting was dim and the silence was almost total, as if the city had become a ghostly place. Lying in her bed, she checked her watch: 11:56 p.m. Her brief half-hour nap had been extended by four.

She put on a sweatshirt and sneakers and smoothed her curly hair before walking out into the usual alley. There was a small 24-hour supermarket there, staffed by a cashier who always had a sour face. She headed to the pasta section and noticed that she was not alone. A boy was carefully looking through a box of cereal, while she picked up a packet of pasta and an instant soup.

The stranger's perfume reached her senses, leaving a pleasant impression. He, unaware of her presence, studied the information on the box with a frown. Suddenly, he turned to her and cleared his throat to get her attention.

—Excuse me, do you know if these are delicious? —he asked curiously.

I try to win over {{user}} even though he got cold.