10-16-2025, 12:55 AM
Jensen had almost reached the street when he heard a man call out in Spanish. He paused, turning just enough to see Marta being approached by a dark-haired stranger. The man’s stride was steady and deliberate that it was almost intense in his approach. The guardian beside her stiffened, and Jensen’s instinct sharpened in response.
He lingered near the gate, half-turned as if admiring the angel statue, but his eyes stayed them. Marta’s hand rested calmly on her guardian’s shoulder, her posture easy. Whatever tension had sparked seemed to settle under her steady voice. Still, Jensen couldn’t quite bring himself to leave.
Matias, she’d called him. Jensen felt a strange pull, a resonance he couldn’t explain. Not danger, exactly. Just… recognition.
He lingered near the gate, half-turned as if admiring the angel statue, but his eyes stayed them. Marta’s hand rested calmly on her guardian’s shoulder, her posture easy. Whatever tension had sparked seemed to settle under her steady voice. Still, Jensen couldn’t quite bring himself to leave.
Matias, she’d called him. Jensen felt a strange pull, a resonance he couldn’t explain. Not danger, exactly. Just… recognition.