❝Amabas el té frío como yo te amaba a ti.❞

❝No entiendo por qué te quiero, si tú odias el café.❞ Libro completo solo disponible en Amazon en formato físico y digital. Un camarero, a manera de versos, narra la historia de cómo comenzó a sentirse atraído por una de sus clientes, quien todos los días concurría a donde este trabajaba para consumir un café en silencio, escondiendo muchos secretos por revelar. Hasta que todo se torna una primavera agonizante que pronto acabará en una obsesión meliflua, rumbo a marchitarse. Una metáfora dulce que conduce por destino natural a la muerte de todas las flores que alguna vez fueron bellas. Ganadora de Los Premios Watty 2015 en la categoría "Las favoritas de los coleccionistas." Historia publicada por primera vez el 02 de diciembre del 2014 y concluida el 02 de diciembre del 2015.

"what's your name?" "names don't really matter," she shrugged, turning her head to lock her eyes on the sky above them. and oh, her eyes, he really couldn't forget about those. different colors of brown pieced together around the center, creating a barrier he really wishes he could get permission to pass. "they matter to me," he tried, his hand slowly and cautiously inching towards hers. his fingertips tickled at the prickly grass beneath them, but he stopped right before his skin touched hers. he would wait. "oh?" she moved her gaze back on the boy beside her, the crinkle he oh so loved forming between her eyebrows as they knitted together in curiosity. "why would names matter to anyone?" "names are a way of life," he answered, giving her a small smile before glancing towards the sky, "without them, we wouldn't really know each other."