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- ARES -

I've never been one for birthday parties.

The Hidalgo house hasn't had birthday parties for a long time. Now it's just birthday dinners that end in silences and awkward smiles. My home hasn't been the same after everything that happened; the vibe isn't the same. With my friends, we always go out to a club to celebrate, so they're not really birthday parties either.

Still, I find myself enjoying this party. It's not set around a long table with too much silverware or at a noisy club. It's normal, and the atmosphere is familiar and relaxed. People are chatting comfortably around me. Dean and Apolo are talking about something from school.

But to be honest, the reason I like this birthday party is not the environment but her: Raquel. My eyes fall on the girl with tousled hair and expressive eyes who has infiltrated my soul completely. She smiles openly at something Daniela says and her whole face lights up. She looks gorgeous. If a birthday party makes her smile like that, I'll attend them all. I'll even gladly organize them.

I never thought she would be the one to make me feel all this. As a kid, I remember seeing her several times through the fence between our homes, but it wasn't until over a year ago that I actually saw her. I still remember that day I noticed her looking at me from her window. Of course, I played it like I was oblivious. Yet her curiosity about me piqued mine about her, and I began to want to know more about her: what she liked, what she did, and where she went to school.

And then one day our paths crossed, and, although she didn't realize it, I still remember it clearly.

"Let's get out of here." Dean yawns as we walk through all the temporary exhibits and tents at his sister's school fair. "I still don't understand why she stopped attending our school to come to this one."

Daniela's classmates had organized a fundraiser for their extracurricular activities and personal projects. Dean dragged me with him to support his sister, but Daniela had already sold everything she brought and left, so we didn't need to stick around anymore.

As we pass through the crowd, I can see several tables in the distance with items still for sale. One table in particular catches my attention.

Raquel, that girl who watches me from her window all the time, stands at the side of her table, offering handmade jewelry to everyone who passes by, but no one pays any attention to her. Her table is full of neatly arranged and untouched bracelets. I doubt she's sold anything. A Funds to pay for my chess lessons sign is behind her table.

Chess, eh?

I stop because for some reason I don't want her to see me. Dean stops and looks at me.

"What's wrong?"

"You go on without me to the parking lot, I'll catch up with you."

He gives me a quizzical look but continues on his way. As he passes in front of Raquel's table, he greets her, and she smiles at him.

She has a very nice smile.

I use the people walking by as a shield to watch her. Her face is so expressive, it's as if I can tell exactly what she's thinking just by looking at her.

What are you doing, Ares?

My conscience reproaches me, but I'm just curious.

She sighs and sits behind the table, defeated. She grimaces in frustration, and finally her face fills with sadness, and I don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable to see her sad. I haven't even spoken to her, and it already affects me this way.