THE WALLED-IN WINDOW

“It is as great a day as any to go for a walk” Marco said, and all the other young men seemed to agree with him. He was walking down Via de´Pucci next to his best friend Vicenzo, and both were invested in conversation. They didn't seem to promise any thrill, and Marco just had the expectations of enjoying an aperitivo on the last night of the weekend. And then, like a kid who falls asleep all at once, without even expecting it he saw her. “Vincenzo, look at her,” Marco orered. Vincenzo followed Marco´s ganze over to the window of the building in front of them, where a girl stood smoking. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, yet not distracted. She was pleasant to the eye, surely not the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 
However, there was something about her that he had never seen in any other girl before: Innocence. There she was, so close, yet unreacheable. “What about her?” came Vicenzo´s reply “she is always there”.
Marco oculdnt believe how he had walked down this street every weekend for the past two years and had never seen her before. 
Vicenzo kept on walking but Marco couldn't, he stared at her, deeply and long enough for him to not only see what was in front of him, but he started to imagine what was not, his imagination kept running wild until it reached her. She looked him directly in the eye and it was him who felt naked, so embarrassed as if he got caught stealing by the police. The girl closed the window immediately, but Marco opened up to the chance of seeing her again.
Next weekend, he knew he would come back. And this time he would talk to her. But when he arrived, he saw that the window had been walled in, where before stood a beautiful girl, now there was only a frame on the wall. And he never saw her again.