Chapter 53

I leaned on the table to see who she was talking to. Next to him was Daniel, golden hair, light eyes and a wide smile. He looked back at me, looking stupidly fun, made me show an expression of shock and exasperation. Truth be told: Daniel was not a man who hurt his eyes by watching him very carefully. He had a beautiful body too, even if he hid it under suits or dress shirts. He reminded me of some boys from school, whose body was overformed for their age, although I knew he was one of those who was at least ten years older than me.

For Daniel, our age never made a difference. He talked to me about his favorite movies and books. He made me recommendations about arts that I might like to find in the city museum. And he always said that at some point we would go together to a gallery to contemplate some work of art by local painters. He identified with me in a way that few could. And no one understood that it was just for friendship. Maybe he suggested something to someone. Most