I started to walk a bit slower in front of the bar. I carefully tugged through the window where black curtains hung. Subtle, I saw him sitting at the bar.
His black hair was, as usual, beautifully in shape again. He had a glass with presumably drink in his hand.
The boy who made my heart beat faster and faster had a conversation with the bartender. I looked around me carefully to make sure nobody was looking at me.
A seventeen-year-old girl who scanned a bar. I did not know if that was scary or stalky.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Antonio Barzilai Cuvaca
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Ignacio Peñín
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