He turned slowly…
And she gently raised her hands.
Then he began to speak to Mrs. Teresa in sign language .
Isabela’s hands moved slowly in the air.
His fingers drew the first words in sign language .
« Good evening, » she said gently. « Would you prefer white wine or mineral water? »
For a split second, nobody realized what was happening.
But Mrs. Teresa did.
Her eyes, which until that moment had remained lost in the city lights, suddenly lit up as if someone had turned on a lamp inside them.
The older woman blinked in surprise.
Then he slowly raised his hands.
« Do you… speak sign language? » she replied with elegant but slightly shaky movements.
Isabela smiled.
-Yes a bit.
The smile that appeared on Teresa Mendoza’s face was so warm that it seemed capable of melting all the cold marble of the restaurant.
Ricardo Mendoza, who was pouring himself some tequila, looked up, confused.
« What’s going on? » he asked.
I didn’t understand the signs.
But I could clearly see that something was happening.
His mother, who normally remained silent in restaurants, was now chatting animatedly with the waitress .
Teresa turned to her son and spoke slowly, in a soft but clear voice.
—She… talks to me.
Ricardo blinked.
—Is he talking to you?
Teresa nodded and looked back at Isabela.
—It’s been years since anyone in a restaurant has taken the time to talk to me like this.
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