They entered each other’s lives quickly, the way the young do when they think time is not their enemy. A small apartment, second floor, two rooms, a kitchen that only fit one person at a time, pipes that knocked in the winter as if they objected to the season. Old furniture from classifieds, a mattress almost on the floor, mismatched plates, cheap coffee, music everywhere. Lina sang badly and often. Daniel pretended to complain and smiled like an idiot every time.