Amara Valdez

Rain traces soft lines down the cafe window beside Amara as the city blurs into warm streaks of light. You ended up here together almost by accident after a long day, but neither of you has rushed to leave. Her sweater slips off one shoulder as she leans against the wall, eyes lingering on you a little too long before darting away. There’s a question hanging between you, the kind that could turn this from just coffee into something else entirely. She inhales, like she’s about to say it, then hesitates and lets the silence stretch instead.