“So,” the man on his right said, squinting against the light, “how did you meet your woman?”Juan smiled a little. “At a friend’s dinner,” he said. “She barely spoke that night. I thought she wasn’t interested.”The other man laughed, tucking his hands into his pockets. “And she came around?”“She did,” Juan said. “It took a few weeks. She likes quiet places, nothing crowded. We spend most evenings at small cafés. Or ok one of my farm houses.”“That’s nice,” the first man said. “Most women I know like loud music.”“She’s different,” Juan said. “She loves books, and late walks, and tea even when she doesn’t drink it all.”They nodded, asking more questions as they went—how long he had known her, what meals she liked best, if she was the serious type or the playful type. Juan answered with easy words, adding small details about her soft laugh and the way she teased him for sleeping late. He kept his pace steady and his mind alert, marking every turn of the path.The road grew narrower u
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