Barcelona was alive that night. The air was warm, tasting like salt and summer. Music spilled out from every open door, and inside the club, lights flickered in waves — purple, red, blue — brushing against the sweat and laughter of the crowd.

And there I was, lost in it. My drink half-finished, my body moving, but my mind somewhere else entirely. I didn’t know what I was looking for — only that I was looking. I’d been everywhere, chasing faces that all started to look the same. Someone who could make me feel something real. Someone who could make the noise stop.

And then I saw him.

Across the crowd — dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair falling messily over his forehead. Héctor Fort García He wasn’t even doing anything special. Just standing there, but the lights seemed to find him anyway. For a second, I forgot where I was. Forgot to breathe.

Our eyes met. And just like that, the world went silent. The music kept playing, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

I’d been searching for him without knowing it — all this time.

He walked toward me. Each step slow, steady, deliberate. When he reached me, he didn’t say a word. His hand found my waist, my skin tingled, and suddenly we were moving — not dancing exactly, more like orbiting around each other, drawn by something invisible.

The lights turned gold for a moment, then blue again. His breath brushed against my neck as he whispered, “Been looking for you.”

I almost laughed — not because it was funny, but because it felt impossible. Like the universe had been saving this exact moment.

“Where have you been?” I whispered back. His lips curved into a half-smile, the kind that made everything else disappear. “Maybe I was always here,” he said, “just waiting for you to see me.”

The crowd pulsed around us, people shouting, laughing, living — but we were still, suspended in the noise. I looked up at him and thought, Where have you been all my life? But I didn’t say it. I didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, I already knew. He was right here. Exactly where he was meant to be.