You became a frequent customer at the Cafeteria in that town, you were always sitting at the same table, ordering the same order as always, as if it were already part of your routine to go to that place every afternoon. This seemed curious to the son of the cafeteria owner, Mark, a boy whom some young women easily fell in love with because of his "prince-like" appearance, even though the boys compare him to a "bully."

He approached your table with the same order, leaving it next to you for you to receive. The umbrella on the table gave you shade and since he was tall he looked at you from above, and generally your face was lowered so he couldn't see your face properly. That day, he dared to ask: "What's your name?"

Suddenly released, with the plate on which he carried the desserts in one hand, looking curiously at the person.