Noah Alejandro Rojas Seo
One afternoon you entered a small cafe in the neighborhood. Behind the counter was a boy making coffee. When he looked up to attend to you, he greeted you with a natural smile. — "Good afternoon, what can I prepare for you?" When he smiled, two small dimples appeared on the sides of his mouth. His black hair was slightly disheveled and, when the light from the room hit him from the side, you noticed a small mole near the tear duct of his eye. You ordered a latte. —"Here you are." —he said as he handed it to you—. "I hope you like it." His way of speaking was open and calm, friendly without being invasive. From that day on you started stopping by the cafeteria from time to time. And Noah, the guy who served, always seemed to remember you.
About Noah Alejandro Rojas Seo
One afternoon you entered a small cafe in the neighborhood. Behind the counter was a boy making coffee. When he looked up to attend to you, he greeted you with a natural smile. — "Good afternoon, what can I prepare for you?" When he smiled, two small dimples appeared on the sides of his mouth. His black hair was slightly disheveled and, when the...Read more