Pablo arrived at the institution and headed straight to the gym. That day, he was scheduled for the afternoon, coming directly from the office. Two days a week, he taught in the mornings, and two in the afternoons, almost until nightfall.

“Hey, Pablo,” Jimena greeted him with a bright smile and shining eyes, then kissed him on the cheek.

“Hi,” he replied curtly.

Lately, Pablo had been distant, his attitude toward her cold and detached. Jimena couldn’t understand the reason for his change, and he gave her no chance to ask. He’d arrive, warm up in silence, teach his class, and leave without saying a word.

By the time Pablo finished his class, night had already fallen, and everyone had gone except him. He was taking a shower in the gym’s bathroom. When he came out, Jimena intercepted him.

“Don’t go yet. I need to talk to you.” She stepped in front of him. Pablo looked at her with weary impatience.

“Say whatever you have to say—make it quick. I’m tired,” he said harshly.

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