Lio never mentioned her again. Not that night, not the next morning, not while we ate breakfast together, and not during the long hours of the afternoon when we sat outside, watching the road with nothing better to do than talk. He just acted as if nothing had happened at the market, as if he hadn’t seen me walk toward that empty stall and stand there like a man who had just heard some bad news. He went on with his days as usual, talking about work, food, the park, and whether the roof over the back room needed fixing. The girl was never part of any of it. Which was strange. Because Lio, when he truly didn’t care about something, usually said so. He had no problem ignoring things that didn’t matter to him. He was always direct. So, his silence about this particular thing was louder to me than any words could have been. I didn’t say any of this to him. I just noticed it, tucked it away in my mind, and let the days go by. But two days passed, and I still couldn’t stop thinking
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