Miguel's POV:
- 12:00 am
It has been 3 weeks since Pedro's surgery. Thanks God, he has recovered and now he is drinking coffee with me on the balcony
" You don't like cake, man, what happened? "
Pedro whispered close to my ear so that Carlos -who is in the room with us, but he is a little far from us- doesn't hear him, checking his phone
I looked at that plate in my hand and laughed at myself. When I used to love Andres, he used to make me coffee and put vanilla in it, I don't like vanilla but I used to drink that coffee because I loved him, and now I love Carlos, he recently started making cake and brings it to me every morning, I don't like cake but I eat it anyway, because I love Carlos...
" I love the one who makes it "
I whispered naively to Pedro, at the same moment Carlos entered the balcony and sat down next to us
" What are you whispering about? "
" Just work "
