It was raining lightly that autumn afternoon, and the city of Gijon seemed to have been gripped by a deep melancholy.Ethan was walking slowly on the wet sidewalks, his thoughts lost in a poem he had recently read.His black umbrella, though solid, it was more a window between him and the leaden sky than a protection against the rain.The drops trickled down the edge of the umbrella, forming small waterfalls that accompanied the subtle music of of the humid city.Ethan was an introverted young man with a deep passion for literature and art.He was 28 years old, but his soul seemed much older, marked by a sensitivity that was rarely understood by others.The city where he lived offered him the perfect refuge for his contemplative nature.Cobbled streets, intimate coffee shops, and obscure bookstores were where he felt truly alive.That day, the rain along with the diffuse light of the street lamps guided him to one of those places of refuge: an old cafe, hidden in a quiet corner of the city.The cafe, called "The Amber Window", was known only to those who discovered it by chance or through whispered recommendations.It was an oasis of calm amidst the urban tumult, with exposed brick walls and candles on every table.The atmosphere was intimate, almost magical, and the smell of the coffee shop mixed with the subtle aromas of vanilla and cinnamon was a balm to the senses. Ethan walked in, gently shaking his umbrella in the doorway.A warm breeze along with the sounds of a muted piano immediately greeted him.As his gaze searched for a place free, his eyes fell on a woman sitting at a table in the corner of the cafe, framed by large windows facing the street.Although not he still knew her name, Ethan felt that this woman radiated something special, a special energy that set her apart from everyone else.She was wearing a simple but elegant black dress, and her long, dark brown hair was loosely pinned to her back.
