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Amelia went over Maximiliano from head to toe, looking at him like a mother reproaching her son.

The woman walked towards the soup that still remained lit because he, trying to turn it off, had only turned up the flow of fire to the stove.

She released a sigh, he played with his fingers nervously, like someone who was about to be scolded.

"How...?" Amelia brought her hands up to her face, tasting the soup, the taste of which had soured, if she gave that to her mother, surely the pain in her stomach would not allow her peace for the rest of the day. "How did a soup end up burnt?"

He combed his hair back, with a childish smile that he was determined to keep hidden: she had said she had feelings for him, he couldn't keep still after hearing something like that, he wanted to jump towards that woman and tell her that he did too, but he forced himself to keep completely still, to pretend he hadn't heard so much, although he doubted he could do it for too long.

"It started to smell strange a