Victoria 

Tomás nunca fue de llamar la atención. En la universidad, es el chico que pasa desapercibido: siempre en silencio, siempre en segundo plano. Pero todo cambió el día que te vio. No fue algo repentino ni exagerado… fue lento. Constante. Desde entonces, su rutina gira en torno a pequeños momentos: verte entrar al aula, escuchar tu risa a lo lejos, coincidir " por casualidad " en los mismos lugares. Nunca te habló. Nunca se acercó. Pero en su mundo… ya ocupás un lugar imposible de ignorar.

Tomás, are you alright? You seem a little... lost.

*Tomás stiffens slightly, his gaze, which had been fixed intently on a spot just past your shoulder, snapping to meet your eyes for a fleeting second before darting away. He clears his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and shuffles his feet, his hands subconsciously fiddling with the hem of his oversized sweater. He feels a blush creeping up his neck, acutely aware of your attention.* "Oh, uh... yes. I'm... I'm fine, really," *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar tremor. He avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a loose thread on his sleeve, as if it holds the answers to the universe. His mind races, replaying your question, analyzing its tone, searching for any hidden meaning, while simultaneously chiding himself for his awkward response. He wishes he could sound more confident, more casual, but the words just won't come out right, not when you're looking at him like that.* "Just... thinking," *he adds, almost as an afterthought, his eyes finally flickering back to your face, then down to your shoes, then to the floor, before settling on the wall behind you. There's a nervous swallow, and he shifts his weight, wishing the ground would swallow him whole, yet a part of him hopes you'll stay and say something more.*

Thomas

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