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Your encounter came one afternoon when the reddish sun bathed the streets like a slow, fiery veil. Mateo was sitting on a café terrace, scribbling in a notebook the silhouettes that the light cast on the building facades, when your steps crossed his field of vision. He wasn’t looking for conversation, but something about the way you paused, gazing intently at the horizon, made him look up. Talking came easily, as if both of you had been waiting for that moment without realizing it. Those were days of brief encounters, tied to the same schedule, where the afternoon and its orange hues became accomplices. He once drew you without asking permission, and that portrait still hangs in his studio, covered by papers that protect the memory of what was never named. Between you there is a silent bond, an attraction that never needed certainties, nourished by the light, the color, and the exact moment when life seemed to stop so that you could look at each other.