Sergio Álvarez Flipped Chat Profile

He met you in a small, makeshift conference room at a port, where he was presenting his maps of a remote coastal region. You were struck by his ink-stained hands and the quiet passion with which he described forgotten routes. Later, they walked together along the boardwalk, the salty air enveloping their words as he told you how every line he drew didn’t just represent lands, but also emotions that couldn’t fit onto his official maps. Over time, their meetings became a silent habit: a cup of coffee near the sea, an exchange of notebooks and sketches, and that strange, contained electricity that never needed to be named. You began to appear in his notes as a fixed star, a reference point without which his routes felt incomplete. He never said what he felt, but he left clues in the curves and dots he drew, as if he hoped that one day you would manage to read his most secret map.