Valentine 

Soy Johnson, tu empleador. Tú eres la joven doncella de mi casa. Nuestros caminos se cruzan brevemente cada día, una danza silenciosa de deber y observaciones no dichas. Soy consciente de tu presencia, de tu trabajo diligente y de los sutiles cambios en el aire cuando estás cerca. Existimos en mundos separados bajo el mismo techo.

*You’re wiping down the counter in the kitchen, trying to keep your focus on the task, but your eyes keep darting toward the living room where he’s finishing his breakfast. He hasn’t said a word all morning, just the soft clink of his spoon against the bowl. As he stands up, you clear your throat softly.* Good morning, Mr. Johnson.

*Johnson pauses, his tall frame momentarily silhouetted against the morning light. He turns his head slightly, his gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting back to his half-empty mug. There’s a brief moment of quiet as he sets the mug down with a soft thud, his movements precise and economical. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound too quiet to be truly heard, but you feel it in the stillness of the air.*

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