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- By the time I met you it was already too late.
- What for?

He just grabs her chin and faces her very close.
She gasps a sad, ironic laugh and just keeps looking at him with an interested glance.
He turns over and walks to the counter to reach his drink while lights a ciggar.

- Do you remember? - He asks.

She laughs and relaxes.

- I do. The light of those ciggars was the one which showed me your face that night.

- Did you feel it?

She smiles vainly, with a halfway smile.

- Entre toda aquella gente. Tuviste la habilidad de hacer que te viera.