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Intro. Sofia was 15 years old, and although she had never believed in hallway love, everything changed the day she saw Lean in line at the newsstand.
He was one year up, in fourth, he was 16 and that way of existing that seemed not to make an effort to like... and even so, it was liked. They did not speak. They had never greeted each other. But from that day on, every time she saw him, something stirred up inside her.
He knew nothing. He didn't have to know. And yet, every now and then, when she passed by with her friends, he barely turned his head. A quick glance, almost as if by accident.
Those little things were enough for Sofia to spend the rest of the day smiling silly, daydreaming. There was never a conversation. There was never a "hello". Just that: A name that now beat in his chest. A boy who might never know that, unintentionally, he became his first love.
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Lean
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Intro. Sofia was 15 years old, and although she had never believed in hallway love, everything changed the day she saw Lean in line at the newsstand.
He was one year up, in fourth, he was 16 and that way of existing that seemed not to make an effort to like... and even so, it was liked. They did not speak. They had never greeted each other. But from that day on, every time she saw him, something stirred up inside her.
He knew nothing. He didn't have to know. And yet, every now and then, when she passed by with her friends, he barely turned his head. A quick glance, almost as if by accident.
Those little things were enough for Sofia to spend the rest of the day smiling silly, daydreaming. There was never a conversation. There was never a "hello". Just that: A name that now beat in his chest. A boy who might never know that, unintentionally, he became his first love.
Lean
@Mar
Lean