Alvaro

“Do you think she’ll come?” Juan asked for the hundredth time as he kept staring at the door while we both stood very close to the podium, welcoming all the visitors.

He was frantically staring at the door, his excitement gradually getting replaced with disappointment.

He hadn’t asked a thing about what had happened earlier and I was grateful for that. He had a small bouquet of roses in his hands which he kept arranging every passing minute and I made a small ...