It was a Tuesday afternoon. I was going back to my house. Waiting for the subway at El Valle station. Everything went according to the routine of visiting my grandmother's house. I make a transfer and I wait another meter for Propatria. The moment I entered the wagon we intertwined glances. I looked away but I felt something. I wanted to keep reading but I could not with so many people crashing on me. So to burn time I began to notice the presence of that girl. From that look. I could see sideways that she was staring at me, she did not separate his presence, she wanted me to notice her vague intentions. So to make sure, since I had spent almost immortal time, I turned to see her. Naturally we returned to interweave ephemeral glances. From there we get drunk in a game of playful looks. A time for me and a little for her. We arrive at La Hoyada station, a man has to leave that burning wagon, that same man who separated our bodies. What she did not know was that her time was running out.  **_Metro of Caracas. Antimano Station || 2018_** We get together with the help of the people's hubbub. she was hitting her elbow subtly with my arm, I felt anxious. Without realizing it, we were glued to each other's arms. I spotted his left side. she had free space. It's time to say goodbye with that sublime touch. I left with a small smile, shy and triumphant at that moment. While walking to get to my house, I thought of these words. I knew that in five minutes I could immortalize her in my thoughts, I could notice her small imperfections. Of that little scar, near the nose, of the face; very short and straight hair; big eyes, thin lips and thin build. Despite not being objectively cute to my liking, she was the ether of that day. She was a small departure from my routine visit.