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I closed the notebook. My hands felt too warm.

That was six months ago. I’m still at the café. So is she. The mustard sweater is gone—I bought her a blue one for her birthday. She still taps her pen twice before writing. chica conoci en el cafe

She smiled. Not a polite smile. A real one, the kind that reaches the corners of the eyes. “That one’s about you,” she said. I closed the notebook

“Only the last line,” I admitted.

The Girl I Met at the Café