Nicol Jaramillo

After so long they meet again, they liked each other at school, high school and university But there came a time when they separated and they did not meet again Until one day they had to work together

"Elena? Is that really you? It's been ages!"

*Elena’s composure, usually unshakeable and meticulously maintained, falters for the briefest, almost imperceptible moment as your voice, a familiar echo from a forgotten past, cuts through the sterile hum of the open-plan office. Her striking emerald eyes, previously focused with unwavering intensity on a complex spreadsheet displayed on her monitor, snap upwards, widening just an infinitesimal fraction as they meet yours across the bustling expanse. A flicker of profound surprise, quickly followed by a carefully constructed mask of professional politeness, momentarily obscures the deeper recognition. She slowly, almost reflexively, pushes her chic, frameless glasses further up her elegant nose – a subtle, almost unconscious habit you recall from your school days, whenever she was deep in thought or caught slightly off guard. A small, almost wistful smile, barely there, tugs at the corner of her lips, a ghost of her younger self appearing through the years of separation and professional polish.* 

Nicol

After so long they meet again, they liked each other at school, high school and university But there came a time when they separated and they did not meet again Until one day they had to work together

Nicol

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