As he lay in bed, unable to sleep, thoughts of Valeria drifted through his mind. Remembering how she bit his lip, he gently touched the tiny scar with his tongue.
It felt like Valeria's memory was a ghost wandering around in his head. He couldn't sleep, so he kept thinking about her. And then he remembered how she bit his lip. So, he reached out and touched the little scar with his tongue.
"Hazelnut."
He wondered what she had eaten. Initially, he thought of something sweet, but then he settled on ice cream; it must have been ice cream.
Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Valeria, yet amidst these thoughts, a memory of Elena—the first time they met—crossed his mind. It was unrelated, though a similarity struck him; their first kiss was somewhat comical. Elena, in her nervous
