CHAPTER 4-Different Worlds
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The rain continued pouring heavily outside.
Thunder echoed across the city as strong winds rattled the café windows.
Most customers had already left.
Only a few remained, waiting for the storm to calm down.
Sofia glanced at the clock.
9:45 P.M.
Her shift had ended fifteen minutes ago.
Unfortunately, the weather showed no signs of improving.
She sighed.
The last thing she wanted was to travel home during a storm.
The roads would be flooded.
Public transportation would be packed.
And her mother would undoubtedly worry.
“Still here?”
The familiar voice immediately caught her attention.
Alexander stood near the counter, holding a cup of coffee.
Sofia raised an eyebrow.
“You’re still here too.”
He smiled.
“Fair point.”
For a moment, silence settled between them.
Outside, lightning illuminated the dark streets.
The atmosphere felt strangely intimate.
Almost dangerous.
Especially for two people who barely knew each other.
“How far do you live?” Alexander asked.
Sofia shrugged.
“About forty-five minutes from here.”
“By car?”
She laughed.
“I wish.”
Alexander immediately realized his mistake.
Sofia noticed his expression and smiled.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Alexander.”
He looked at her.
“You don’t have to apologize every time you remember I’m poor.”
The words weren’t spoken bitterly.
Just honestly.
And somehow that honesty affected him more than anger ever could.
“I’m sorry.”
“There you go again.”
A laugh escaped both of them.
Ten minutes later, the rain became even stronger.
The café owner finally approached Sofia.
“Why don’t you go home?”
She glanced outside.
“In this weather?”
The older man frowned.
“You’ll never get transportation.”
Before Sofia could respond, Alexander suddenly spoke.
“I can take her home.”
The entire café became silent.
Sofia blinked.
“What?”
Alexander looked calm.
“I’ll drive you.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
Alexander frowned.
“Why?”
“Because you’re not a taxi service.”
He laughed.
“I’m aware.”
“Then absolutely not.”
Unfortunately for Sofia, the café owner immediately sided with Alexander.
“It’s dangerous to travel alone tonight.”
“Sir—”
“Let him take you.”
She groaned.
This was a disaster.
A complete disaster.
Riding home with Alexander Valencia was the last thing she needed.
Especially because her heart had already started doing strange things whenever he smiled.
Twenty minutes later, Sofia found herself sitting inside Alexander’s luxury car.
The leather seats were softer than her mattress.
The interior looked more expensive than her entire house.
She suddenly became very aware of everything.
Her old backpack.
Her worn shoes.
The fact that she didn’t belong here.
Alexander noticed her discomfort immediately.
“Relax.”
“I’m relaxed.”
“You look like you’re preparing for a job interview.”
Sofia glared at him.
“This car costs more than my entire neighborhood.”
Alexander nearly laughed.
“You exaggerate.”
“I’m not.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
The truth was, she was probably right.
And somehow that realization made him uncomfortable.
Not because of Sofia.
Because of himself.
Because he’d never truly considered how different their lives were until now.
The drive began quietly.
Rain tapped against the windows.
Soft music played through the speakers.
For several minutes neither spoke.
Then Alexander finally broke the silence.
“So.”
“So?”
“You never told me what you’re studying.”
Sofia relaxed slightly.
“Education.”
“Really?”
She nodded.
“I want to become a teacher.”
Alexander smiled.
“That’s admirable.”
“Most people say it’s underpaid.”
“Most people aren’t changing lives.”
Sofia looked at him.
Surprised.
Alexander shrugged.
“A good teacher can influence hundreds of people.”
“That’s exactly why I want to do it.”
The passion in her voice made him smile.
He admired that.
Sofia wasn’t chasing wealth.
Or fame.
Or power.
She simply wanted to help others.
The more he learned about her, the more fascinating she became.
Eventually, the bright city lights disappeared.
The roads became narrower.
The buildings became smaller.
Alexander quietly observed everything.
The neighborhood was far different from his own.
Small houses lined the streets.
Children played beneath covered waiting sheds.
Families gathered outside tiny stores.
It wasn’t luxurious.
But it felt alive.
Real.
And for the first time, Alexander understood a little more about Sofia.
He finally saw where she came from.
The sacrifices she made.
The life she fought through every day.
His chest tightened unexpectedly.
Because despite everything she lacked, Sofia smiled more than most wealthy people he knew.
“We’re here.”
Alexander slowed the car.
His eyes widened slightly.
The house was small.
Very small.
The paint had faded.
Parts of the roof looked old.
Yet the home was clean and well cared for.
Warm yellow light shone through the windows.
Someone inside was waiting for her.
Sofia suddenly became nervous.
She wasn’t ashamed of her home.
But she hated seeing pity in people’s eyes.
She turned toward Alexander.
To her surprise, there was no pity.
Only respect.
And something else she couldn’t quite identify.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome.”
For a moment, neither moved.
Neither seemed eager to end the conversation.
The realization made Sofia’s heart race.
Finally, she reached for the door handle.
“Goodnight, Alexander.”
“Goodnight, Sofia.”
She stepped out into the cool evening air.
The rain had finally softened.
As she walked toward her house, she could feel his gaze following her.
And for reasons she couldn’t explain, that thought made her smile.
Inside the car, Alexander watched until she safely entered her home.
The front door opened immediately.
A woman rushed forward and hugged Sofia.
Her mother.
A younger girl followed.
Then another family member.
Everyone looked relieved.
Happy.
Excited that she was home.
Alexander stared quietly.
No one had ever greeted him that way.
Not because his family didn’t care.
But because their lives were different.
Everything felt formal.
Controlled.
Expected.
Watching Sofia with her family made him realize something.
Money could buy comfort.
Money could buy luxury.
Money could buy influence.
But it couldn’t buy moments like that.
Moments that felt genuine.
Moments filled with love.
Moments like family.
For the first time in years, Alexander felt jealous.
Not of another businessman.
Not of a competitor.
Not of someone’s success.
He was jealous of Sofia Reyes.
Because despite having so little, she possessed something priceless.
And the more he learned about her, the harder it became to stay away.
Little did he know, someone else had already begun noticing his growing interest.
Someone who would do everything possible to keep them apart.
Far away, inside the Valencia mansion, Alexander’s mother stared at a photograph lying on her desk.
A photograph of Sofia stepping into Alexander’s car earlier that evening.
Her expression hardened.
“This ends now.”
The storm outside had passed.
But a far more dangerous storm was just beginning.
To be continued in Chapter 5: First Friendship…
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