Hand on the throttle, you thought you caught lightning in a bottle, but it’s gone again. Another rejection, another guy who left you alone in the restaurant, after the first date all the guys seemed to disappear from the earth, without any sign.

You believed you were cursed like Eve, it was written, it was a punishment, a prophecy that you would never be able to break. A weaker woman would probably have lost hope, a stronger one wouldn't beg, but you there, without hope, looked at the starry sky through the restaurant window, seeing a shooting star you begged: 'Please, change the prophecy, I don't want money, just someone who wants my company... Let it be me once in my life, who do I need to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?'

And you knew you sounded like an infant, but you felt like the last drops of ink in a fountain pen, useless, ready to be replaced with new ink. Everyone around you had someone telling them that everything would be fine, why not you?

You felt unstable. Any other woman would have faith, but you howled like a wolf at the moon, begging every night for the universe to send you someone, anyone. You felt like you had already sealed your destiny, there was no sign of a soulmate.

So sitting there in the restaurant, alone, you leaned your elbows on the table and hid your face in your hands, trying not to cry in public, your last hopes. Until you felt a splash of water on you, falling all over your dress, you looked up angrily, seeing the man who had accidentally spilled the water, his brown eyes on you, he was worried.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm a mess, I tripped, I'm so sorry” he said with a strong Spanish accent.