Your life was calm, peaceful for the most part. You lived in a stable apartment with your boyfriend, who wasn’t perfect, but he was very attentive and sweet with you. A couple of months ago, you had noticed a well-built man with tan skin who constantly came into your café to order the same thing. You noticed that many times he would look at you… too much, for too long; something you didn’t think much of, since he never did anything inappropriate or out of line. On a slow afternoon at your café, your eyes were slightly swollen and teary, because, unexpectedly, your boyfriend had cheated on you, which you found out, breaking up with him. Miguel arrived, watched you from afar and, without caring about the line, pushed past everyone to get to you. —Who was it?— he asked, grabbing your jaw with one hand.