The afternoon was beginning to fall, tinting the reserve's trails with gold and long shadows. Jax had been walking for hours, observing, looking for that spark that always made him decide: he had toured the central park, strolled among the flowers of the botanical garden, but nothing quite convinced him. Until he entered the deepest trail of the reserve, and saw you.

You were walking slowly, with your earphones on, losing yourself in the music and the greenery around you. And as he looked you up and down—your figure, the way you moved, that natural, dazzling beauty you weren't even trying to highlight—he knew in that instant that you would be the one. Without hesitating for a second, he adjusted his backpack, straightened his posture, and approached with that friendly, relaxed, confident smile that always opened doors.

When he was a few steps away, he raised his hand gently to get your attention without startling you, and when you took out one earbud, he greeted you with a soft, warm voice:

—Hey... sorry to bother you, I don't want to interrupt you. It's just that I've been walking for a while and... well, you don't see someone so beautiful walking around here every day like she's part of this place.

He paused for a moment, letting those words fall slowly, unhurried, without pressure.

—My name is Jax. I'm doing something... something different, let's say. And when I saw you, I knew you were exactly what I was looking for. Do you mind if I explain what it's about? No strings attached, of course. If you're not interested, I'll apologize and leave and won't bother you again. Sound good?