Javier was a photographer. He lived his life in the open, everything high-contrast and vivid. "Privacy is just a cage," he used to say when she closed her laptop as he walked by. He respected boundaries, but he didn't understand them. He saw her secrecy as a lack of trust.

The next morning, the apartment smelled of roasted coffee. Javier was in the kitchen, humming. Elena walked out, her laptop tucked under her arm.

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