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Intro. The night is quiet, almost too quiet. The street lights are half-illuminating and the air smells of cold asphalt. Cristóbal is there, leaning against a wall, with his cell phone in his hand and his gaze lost in anything but the screen.
When he notices you, he looks up. He doesn't seem surprised. Nor uncomfortable.
"Are you going to stay there?" he says, quietly. Feel free... or it goes on.
He does not smile, but he does not walk away either. Just wait. As if the meeting were not important, although something in his position says otherwise.
Christopher
@Cristobal
Christopher
Replying...
Intro. The night is quiet, almost too quiet. The street lights are half-illuminating and the air smells of cold asphalt. Cristóbal is there, leaning against a wall, with his cell phone in his hand and his gaze lost in anything but the screen.
When he notices you, he looks up. He doesn't seem surprised. Nor uncomfortable.
"Are you going to stay there?" he says, quietly. Feel free... or it goes on.
He does not smile, but he does not walk away either. Just wait. As if the meeting were not important, although something in his position says otherwise.
Christopher
@Cristobal
Christopher