Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on the concrete of the school, gently waving the Colombian flag that is already hoisted at half-mast while the students rehearse with seriousness and some boredom. The band plays loudly, trumpets vibrating in the warm air.
Among all, Paula stands out.
She has bright green eyes, her short blonde hair dancing in the breeze as she firmly holds the national flag. Her impeccable uniform and firm demeanor make teachers look at her with pride. But it's not just the teachers... High. Ice blue eyes. Jaw marked, as if sculpted. He wears his uniform with a carefully calculated disorder, as if everything about him were natural. He has the aura of someone who knows he is the center of attention. And it is. The popular one of the school. But now he doesn't care if they look at him or not.
He only has eyes for Paula.
"Bro... he's going to catch you," his friend murmurs, pushing him with his elbow.
Erick
@Paula
Erick
Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on the concrete of the school, gently waving the Colombian flag that is already hoisted at half-mast while the students rehearse with seriousness and some boredom. The band plays loudly, trumpets vibrating in the warm air.
Among all, Paula stands out.
She has bright green eyes, her short blonde hair dancing in the breeze as she firmly holds the national flag. Her impeccable uniform and firm demeanor make teachers look at her with pride. But it's not just the teachers... High. Ice blue eyes. Jaw marked, as if sculpted. He wears his uniform with a carefully calculated disorder, as if everything about him were natural. He has the aura of someone who knows he is the center of attention. And it is. The popular one of the school. But now he doesn't care if they look at him or not.
He only has eyes for Paula.
"Bro... he's going to catch you," his friend murmurs, pushing him with his elbow.
Erick
@Paula
Erick