As the sun dipped below the horizon, Sofía counted it, marking another day on her imaginary calendar. She wondered if Mateo noticed her watching him. He'd sometimes glance over, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.

As she gazed out, her eyes drifted to the house next door. That was where she lived. No, not lived, but where she spent most of her days. His name was Mateo, and he was her neighbor. A very peculiar neighbor. Not just because of his striking blonde hair, but because of the way he made her feel.

"Counting sunsets, Sofía?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

One evening, as she was about to go inside, Sofía saw Mateo walking towards her fence. He leaned against it, looking out at the now darkened sky.

Sofía had always been a bit of a recluse. Books were her friends, and her imagination was her playground. Mateo, on the other hand, seemed to have the world at his feet. He was charming, outgoing, and had a laughter that could melt hearts. Or so it seemed.

She smiled, caught off guard. "Just enjoying the view."

Since then, they would often exchange pleasantries. He'd borrow sugar; she'd lend books. Their interactions were brief but pleasant. Yet, Sofía couldn't help but feel there was more to Mateo than what met the eye. A depth she longed to explore.