Alina stared at her phone with an almost desperate intensity, hoping that if she looked at it long enough, she might summon a response. The two little gray checkmarks still indicated that the message had been delivered, but the silence remained overwhelming. Her chest rose and fell at an accelerated rhythm, and her trembling hands clutched at her dress, wrinkling it with every movement. Outside, the wind rose fiercely, making the neighborhood trees groan.

"He’ll reply soon" she murmured to herself, intertwining her fingers in an attempt to steady them. But her fingers, pale with a faint purple tint, remained cold as if the storm outside had seeped into her veins. She began pacing back and forth, trying to warm herself. She looked at her phone again, and something had changed. The two gray checkmarks had turned blue.

Blue. He had read the message.

A thunderclap roared so close that the windows rattled and car alarms blared. Loud thuds began resounding on the roof. Was it raining? It didn’t matter. Her beloved Jorge had seen the message, and yet, he hadn’t replied. Alina pressed the phone to her chest as if it could hold her broken heart together. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as the sky outside poured itself out.

The streets began to flood. The water rose quickly, dragging leaves, branches, and dreams with it. Neighbors hurried to shut their doors and windows, but some whispered among themselves as they glanced toward Alina's house.

"This isn’t normal rain," said one old man as he bailed water out of his living room. "It must be her."

Another young man froze like he remenber something important. He looked at his own phone and widened his eyes. "I forgot to reply to her..." he murmured.

Inside her own room, Alina remained absorbed by the glow of the screen. Suddenly, she saw "typing..." appear in the chat. Her chest froze. The reply came:

"Sure, let’s go out Friday at 8 pm. I’ll pick you up."

A ray of sunlight broke through the dense clouds, illuminating her face. The rain began to subside until it was no more than a soft drizzle. "Sorry, I got home and jumped straight into the shower. That’s why it took me a while to reply," Jorge wrote. Alina sighed in relief, smiling. So, he hadn’t ignored her. Her divine Jorge.

Outside, the water receded, and the streets began to breathe again. Neighbors stepped out, bewildered, to see the clearing sky turning a deep, vivid blue.

"That girl has something special... perhaps dangerous," said Jorge´s father, still taking water out of their house.

"Come on, Dad, don’t be so dramatic," Jorge replied as he helped him bail out water. "I find her interesting."

Alina looked out her window. Butterflies fluttered among the sunbeams, and the scent of damp earth filled the air. "What a beautiful day," she thought. "I’m sure Friday will be just as lovely."