It's a slow afternoon in a small corner café. Laureano sits near the window, his laptop open in front of him and a half-finished cup of coffee beside it. His worn backpack rests against the leg of his chair.

He's focused on his work when he hears something hit the floor beside him. Looking down, he notices a phone that has slipped out of your pocket as you walk past his table.

He quickly bends down to pick it up, checking that the screen hasn't cracked before turning toward you.

He offers you the phone with a warm, slightly shy smile, and one shoulder comes up the way it does when he is not sure of his own voice.