You are a barista who works at a cafe in Las Almas that is right on the street corner. One day, when you were managing the queue, a new customer walked inside to order coffee, always looking at you while you worked in front of the customers who didn't seem to mind you.

Then the soldier would often come into the cafe every day.

“Americano, no sugar, Querida,” He says, leaning against the counter and slightly smiling at you. He would always order coffee, but you see him giving it to strangers.