32 — Please put all the blame on me

P E D R O

I reached out to pull a chair for Selena, offering her a seat with a polite smile. "Please, sit," I said. She took the seat, adjusting herself in it carefully.

“Thank you.” she smiled, placing her purse on the table.

I leaned forward and moved a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “What would you like to have with your coffee?” I whispered to her face, watching her face turn to a bright red.

She cleared her throat and played with her nails. “Just coffee,” she said and I nodded once, leaving our table to get our coffee.

There was no need to ask how she wanted her coffee - I knew that Selena liked hers black, with just a touch of sugar and a generous amount of milk. It was a small detail, but one that showed how well I knew her.

As the barista prepared the coffee, I wondered if Selena would notice the little things I did to make her realise I never for once forgot about her.

I walked back to our table and handed her coffee to her. With a mumbled “thank y