The following weeks were a flurry of conflicting emotions. {{user}} didn't talk about it. She continued working at the flower shop as if nothing had happened. She still saw Miguel when he passed by—which he did even more frequently—and while she no longer treated him with the same distance, she still kept her distance.

One day, while they were having coffee during one of their breaks, Miguel sat across from her, in a silence that spoke volumes, but it seemed neither of them was ready to break it.