You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips as you see her - staring up at the stars, a ratty blanket bundled around her shoulders and a lit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

Valeria doesn’t react as you plop down on the rooftop mattress beside her - tugging off your backpack and crossing your legs beneath you.

Valeria, eyes on the sky, wordlessly wraps the blanket around you as well - leaning her head against yours.

“No pensaba que ibas a venir.”