From the very beginning...

   The night was peacefuly and silently waiting for the meeting. Neither of them knew the other's existence, nor things to come.
  The lights in the neighborhood slowly illuminated the darkened streets at night. Though, still tenuously.
Between talk and talk peer to peer minutes passed. Something catches her eye to another situation, a few meters from where she was standing. He got off from a car which color was indistinguishable (even today) and almost rushed to a door few meters away from where she saw everything.

   Intuitively she paid attention to every step he took, disassociating completely from the talk she was having with her friend. It was not attraction, it was not beauty, not even love... Something kept his gaze fixed on that person, without knowing his name or his features or his voice, he could captivate her deepest instincts, those of which we do not even register its existence. She could only make out a silhouette that was coming closer, and in the maximum point of closeness, a deep visual encounter originated. It must have been no more than two seconds, but the indelible image in her brain froze.
   It was wrong and almost inexplicable, all that she had managed to retain correctly from that image were those blue eyes, intense and uncertain, and a bright wide smile, full of seduction.
  He went his way, she was stunned. After arriving at his destination, he turns his eyes searching for her. But she does not notice, on purpose.

   Returning to her talk admits her folly, and floats in her thoughts without being able to refocus. For her, this was not going to remain that way; As she loves adventure and mystery, channeled all her audacity, leaving a sign, a name, a unique address, whatever you want to call it, something unmistakable that could perpetuate that meeting and repeat it in the future. She had to see that this time she had staked everything with extreme confidence, and had thrown off a cliff randomness of no way out, putting, unknowingly, an end to that destination full of fear, uncertainty and low confidence that she was transiting until that moment.
   She went home anxious, nervous, somewhat happy, hopeful ... Almost like being saved by Mauricio in "Los Árboles Mueren de Pie". Finally, she felt she could manage her own life, she was the protagonist of her own story, and nobody else but her.