"This is my first time eating ice cream in the middle of the night," Javier muttered as he licked the ice cream cone in his hand.

"I'm sorry," Carmen chuckled, walking beside him.

"Is this midnight ice cream going to ruin your diet?"

"I'm not on a diet," Javier said honestly.

"Really?"

"Don't models have to diet constantly to maintain their figure?"

Javier stopped walking. He turned to Carmen.

"That's exactly why I don't want to diet anymore."

"What do you mean? Are you going to stop modeling?" Carmen was surprised by his statement.

Javier nodded. "I think so."

For some reason, Carmen felt sad when Javier said he wanted to quit his career.

"Is the ice cream good?" Javier asked, breaking the silence that followed his revelation—a plan he'd never told anyone except her.

"Are you okay, Javier?" Carmen tried to understand the meaning behind his blank stare.

He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He took another bite of his ice cream and started walking again. Carmen smiled softly.

She knew