ould write it again, read it, hesitate. And so the time passed between patrol shifts and silences filled with desire. He
e
laundered uniform, he received a message tha
e coast this afternoon? Nothing forma
hort of breath. He hurriedly changed his clothes, choosing a light shirt and light-co
That wasn't the kind of place Javier expected to run into her. But as he got close
ze wasn't as strong as on the coast, but it was still laden with the same salty scent. In front o
irt and shorts that showed off her tanned legs. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, a
nuine smile. "Shall we go?" "Sure," he replied
typical cordial greeting. There was something in
trolling aimlessly. The warmth of the afternoon reflected off the windows of parked cars, and the sound of the city-far fr
n't hurried. It was a calm, almost relaxed walk
ked, breaking the silence t
ke everything was happening differently than he ha
nd. "I've been busy. Between work and some personal
g and no one could disturb her peace. In that instant, it seemed as if the wo
ut in the air, how she stretched slightly, as if she were surrendering to the moment. He couldn't help but look at her, enjoying her silhouette silhouetted against the sunset light. Marina, with a mischievous smile, turned her face t
ir was still charged with electricity. They couldn't keep walking like this forever, he though
n was already beginning to set, and the sky was taking on reddish tones. The lights of the mall we
," Marina said, looking at the horizon
u think?" Javier
with softer eyes, as if she were searchin
fast, that we don't give ourselves time to enjoy what really matters. Like this moment, for exa
lt in the depths of his chest. After all, they had crossed paths in a moment tha
t was rather natural, filled with an expectation
his time with a question th
like to see
r between them. Javier didn't hesitate. H
se. I'd
gauging the sincerity of that answer. Then sh
round for a second before looking up again. "I'm lonely.
. He wasn't sure what had moved him more: her honesty, her simpl
romises or grandiloquent declarations. Only a shared certainty between the