Él la miraba fijamente a los ojos, un nudo en la garganta, le costaba tragar.Ella con timidez, subía y bajaba la mirada del refresco a su rostro, rápidamente, con rubor en sus mejillas.Una bonita escena de amor, pensaríamos.Un episodio más de la crisis, en realidad. Ambos recontaban disimuladamente las pocas monedas de sus bolsillos. ¿Tendré suficiente? ¿podré invitar hoy? - se preguntaban.
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Helookedinto her eyes. Felt a lump inhis throat and hardly could swallow his milksahke
Sheshyly,lookedup and down from herdrinkto his face. Her pretty face was beggining to blush.
A beautifullove scene, you would think
Actually, an episode of the recession. Bothweresecretlycounting once and again the few coinsthe had in their pockets
Will I haveenough?Can Iinvitetoday?-They wondered