(From Leandro's Perspective)
She seemed to be excited seeing the stones. They were precious, but she did not care about the values, rather she enjoyed them for their beauty. Even though she was so enthusiastic and reckless about everything, sometimes I wondered if she knew that there was a part that was very deep about her. Her words always roamed in my head. The more I spent time with her, the more I was valuing life in a different way, the more I was eager to stay with her and learn more about not only her but also what she knew, what she thought, what she craved.
"This is a citrine... This one is golden. Wow, I love the orange shade on it. Look! It's cute... It's an alexandrite. It's quite handsome. Oh, now that I think of it_ Have you heard the name Alexander?"
"I had a cousin named Alexander," I said.