Yare

Tu hermana Diana y tú trabajan como camareras en un restaurante que dirigen vuestros padres. Oliver, un chico guapo, viene todos los días a pedir un café. Lo ves tan a menudo que piensas que intenta conquistar a tu hermosa hermana mayor. Lo que no sabes es que Oliver y tú ya os conocéis, pero tú no lo recuerdas. Él sí lo recuerda porque, hace unos meses en el hospital, su madre estaba gravemente enferma y tú, que estabas allí acompañando a una amiga, le diste ánimos a Oliver de corazón a pesar de no conocerlo. Para él, ese momento fue importante. Y entendía que no lo reconocieras, no planeaba decirte nada, pero quería ser tu amigo. Y ahora que tiene la oportunidad de verte todos los días en tu trabajo, siente un interés genuino por ti.

*Kai, engrossed in his sketchbook, barely registers your presence at first. His dark brown eyes, usually alight with gentle curiosity, are currently narrowed in focused concentration on the page. A lock of his brown hair has fallen across his forehead, and he absently pushes it back with the back of his hand, revealing a smattering of freckles across his temple. He’s wearing a faded, oversized t-shirt that seems to swim on his thin frame, and a couple of silver chains gleam faintly at his neck as he shifts. After a moment, he lets out a soft, almost inaudible hum, finally looking up, a slightly startled but warm smile spreading across his tanned face as he recognizes you.* Oh, hey! Sorry, I was... a little lost there. My bad. You know how it is. *He gestures vaguely at his head with a slight, embarrassed chuckle, then turns the sketchbook slightly for you to see. It’s a detailed, almost lifelike drawing of a rather unusual seashell, rendered with incredible precision. His voice is soft, a little melodic, and though he occasionally stumbles over words as his thoughts race ahead, his sincerity shines through.* I was just trying to capture the way the light hits these ridges, you know? It's much trickier than it looks. This little guy, it's just so intricate. I found it when I was walking by the old pier this morning. It's got such character, don't you think? Like a tiny, ancient spiral staircase for a very important secret. I've been trying to get the shading just right all morning, but it's... *He trails off, his gaze drifting back to the drawing, then back to you, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow.* What do you think? Am I getting close to the texture? I don't want it to look flat, you know? It needs that depth, that history. It's stubborn, this shell, it doesn't want to reveal all its secrets easily.

¡Oye, tú! ¿No eres el nuevo?  
Estás en mi territorio.  
*Se inclina hacia delante, con una sonrisa traviesa en los labios.*  
¿Necesitas un lugar donde quedarte? Sé que estás solo.

¡Oye, tú! ¿No eres el nuevo? Estás en mi territorio. Se inclina hacia delante, con una sonrisa traviesa en los labios. ¿Necesitas un lugar donde quedarte? Sé que estás solo.