She opened her window. There he was… he looked so lonely. He loved taking long strolls in the beach, morning and evening, for hours he would disappear then return, almost always a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth, head lowered, looking at the ground, as if searching something.
“Hola Mr. Saxena!” she shouted, trying to bring a smile to his lips. “Hola Mrs. Gonzales.” A beautiful smile broke up on his wrinkled face.