SERENDIPITY LOVE

uate who was in her mid-twenties hurried along the congested sidewalk with her diminutive frame barely avoiding the oncoming cars. Although it didn't do

all days, why today?" "I'm soaked like a lost

bag was clanged over her shoulder, Camila

pe was this job interview at Café-Sol that she was going for. She had only a few cents left in her c

mila would have to start making c

e combined with wet roads while the sellers managed to remain under plastic covers and calling out

umbrella took a flight out of her hand and landed in a mud. The impact she h

claimed while mas

stood before her while also trying to shake off water from his

ave him the appearance of someone important

s or are you just having a differen

me? You're the one in

oss his wet dark hair. "I was on my

ng up. Her soaked dress was cold and

ing. With an irritated sigh, he pulled of

wned raccoon," he mu

tated. "I d

d. "Before you freeze

self. It smelled like expensive cologne, clean and

," she

aid with a sly smil

t ready to launch. A middle-aged man, probably in his fifties, opened the window. "Mr. Alejandro Monte

enegro? She studied the man more intentl

not to run into any more strangers toda

, and as she turned to leave, something heavy fell from the jac

sleek black wallet lying on the

ued because Ella opened the wallet, her eyes

o! She exclaimed an

he was holding the wallet of one of the ric

d. "This guy is going

ooked around, as if someone wou

she run after him? or should she try to

down, a strange feeling

Montenegro and his lost wallet felt b

mila turned the wallet over in her h

t a folded piece of paper

canned the words,

t a note. It appe

e hammered a frantic rhythm. The note was concis

t hours. I'

ecipient? Could it be who she was thinking of- Alejandro Montenegro? Or ha

was becoming increasingly obvious-th

she was no longer a passive observ