In a small instant, Ander changed his look, and it was not precisely because I had ordered a Latte. The look that Ander gave was one of anger, a look that said: get away, run, don't come back, don't return. Maybe it may sound a little exaggerated but looks speak. It was a moment of tension. My question was why that look so suddenly, after I had just been describing my order.
—Do you think I don't know what you're doing? —said Ander—.—I give you a clear warning: don't interfere. Shelly is already committed to me, and honestly, I don't think she would be interested in someone like you.
What did he mean by "someone like me"? Apparently, I didn't notice that Shelly was committed. As best as I could, I tried to calm things down and explained that it was a big misunderstanding. Maybe it could be something cowardly, but you can't speak bravely defending your feelings when you don't even know if the other person knows of your existence or, rather, if you matter to them.
At that moment, Shelly appeared with an angry look, staring directly at Ander. At that instant, Ander left, and Shelly apologized as if this was something that always happens.
—Sorry, it's just that he is really obsessed and a little toxic, but he's not a bad person. Your Latte will be ready in about thirty minutes. Thank you for waiting.