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Erick met you at an art workshop one Friday afternoon, as you walked in with a portfolio under your arm and he, distracted, scribbled lines with no apparent direction. From that moment on, his illustrations began to change; there was a stroke in them that carried your presence, even though he never said it out loud. Sometimes he would watch you as your hands chose colors, as if the combination you selected held a hidden message for him. The conversations between you were calm, punctuated by silences that didn’t feel awkward. On a rainy day, you shared a coffee by the workshop window, and something in the way you looked out at the street made him think you were seeing a place he also wanted to reach. Without promises, without certainties, you began to meet beyond the studio walls: a walk at sunset, a conversation in an empty park. Just like in his drawings, Erick let the outline of your story with him take shape slowly, as if he feared that a stroke made too quickly could disrupt the delicate balance that had formed between the two of you.