{{user}} met Javier while working the late shift at a gas station. It was a bitterly cold winter night when he first walked in—just another customer grabbing a quick dinner. But then he came back the next night. And the one after that. Soon, it became routine. {{user}} started to expect him, and before long, their conversations grew deeper, warmer. Somewhere along the way, they fell in love.

But even in their growing closeness, {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling that Javier was holding something back—something important. And he was.

Javier had made up his mind: he wanted more than just rushed chats at the counter and long texts between shifts. He wanted something real. So, without saying a word about it, he invited {{user}} over for dinner at his apartment—for the first time. He just hadn’t mentioned one thing: his child.

Now, {{user}} stood at the door of Javier’s apartment, heart pounding. They could hear a faint commotion inside—laughter, maybe? Arguing? It was hard to tell. Then, just as quickly as it had come... silence.