For the rest of that day, Javier couldn’t concentrate on anything at all.

The lines on the blueprints in front of him in the office seemed to blend together.

His boss was speaking at a meeting about a new project in Polanco, but the words passed through his ears without staying.

There was only one phrase repeating in his head.

“Do you want to watch?”

He tried to convince himself that it meant nothing.

Perhaps Leticia was just being ironic.

Perhaps she had felt uncomfortable when she realized she was being watched.

Perhaps that smile was just an elegant way of ending the moment without making it awkward.

But the more I thought about it… the less sense it made.

Because she hadn’t shown any discomfort.

No shame.

No problem.

It had been quiet.

Almost curious.

And that was what worried him.

That night he returned to his apartment earlier than usual.

The sky was dark and the lights from the buildings illuminated Santa Fe like a small artificial universe.

Javier left his backpack on the sofa.

For a moment he thought about going out onto the balcony.

But it stopped.

He felt ridiculous.

He was a thirty-five-year-old adult acting like a confused teenager.

She poured herself a glass of water and tried to forget about it.

But around nine o’clock he heard something.

A soft knock on the wall that separated the two apartments.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It wasn’t strong.

But it was clear.

Javier frowned.

He walked towards the door of his apartment.

She opened it.

And there she was.

Leticia.

Standing in front of him.

She was wearing a light gray sweater and jeans.

Her loose hair fell over her shoulders.

And in her hands she held a small tray with two cups of tea.

“I thought maybe you wanted one,” she said casually.

Javier stared at her for a few seconds.

—Thank you… —he finally replied.

She entered the apartment with surprising calmness.

He looked at the boxes, still unpacked.

—It seems you’re still settling in.

—Yes… I’ve been busy.

They sat down on the small sofa.

The silence between them was not awkward.

But it was loaded with something that no one mentioned.

Finally, Leticia spoke.

—I scared you a little this morning… didn’t I?

Javier let out a small, nervous laugh.

-A bit.

She watched him intently.

—I wasn’t upset.

—I figured.

—I just found it curious.

Javier looked up.

-Curious?

Leticia nodded.

—The way you were looking at me wasn’t like someone who wants to invade another person’s privacy.

Javier felt the heat rise to his face again.

—Oh no?

“No,” she replied. “It seemed more… as if you were remembering what tranquility is.”

That phrase took him by surprise.

Because that was exactly what I had felt.

Javier looked down at his cup.

—My life has been a disaster lately.

Leticia knew it.

She had watched her daughter’s marriage deteriorate for years.

“Sometimes,” she said softly, “when a life breaks down… all we need is silence.”

They looked at each other for several seconds.

There was a strange honesty in that moment.

Without judgment.

Without a past.

Just two people sitting in a quiet room.

—This morning —Leticia continued— I asked you if you wanted to watch.

Javier swallowed hard.

-Yeah…

She smiled slightly.

—It wasn’t a provocation.

—So… what was it?

Leticia got up.

She walked towards the balcony of Javier’s apartment.

He opened the glass door.

The cold night air came in.

—Come —he said.

Javier approached.

From there you could see the city lights stretching to the horizon.

“Do you know why I always leave my blinds open in the morning?” Leticia asked.

-No.

—Because for years I lived in fear of what others would think.

She turned towards him.

—Until one day I understood something.

He paused.

—People are always going to look.

Javier watched her in silence.

“But looking doesn’t always mean invading,” she continued. “Sometimes it just means that someone needs to be reminded that there is still beauty in the world.”

Javier felt something inside his chest relax.

Something that had been tense for months.

Leticia rested her elbows on the railing.

—You weren’t looking with desire or bad intentions.

-No?

She shook her head.

—You were looking like someone who had been feeling lonely for a long time.

The silence between them returned.

But this time it was warm.

Finally, Javier spoke.

—I suppose you’re right.

Leticia smiled.

—And that’s why I asked you if you wanted to watch.

—Look at what?

She pointed to the night sky.

Some faint stars could be seen between the buildings.

—Remember that the world is still big… even when a part of your life ends.

Javier took a deep breath.

For the first time in months I didn’t feel that constant weight in my chest.

I didn’t know what would become of him.

I didn’t know if I would ever fall in love again.

She didn’t know if she would ever stop thinking about her failed marriage.

But at that moment he understood something simple.

Sometimes people appear in the most unexpected places.

Not to complicate your life.

But to remind you that you can still start again.

And that night, as the lights of Mexico City shone in the distance, Javier felt something he hadn’t felt for a long time.

Peace.