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Intro. The noise of the bar barely covers the voices commenting on the match broadcast on televisions. There, sitting at the counter, there is him — Nick Newell. He still has the energy of victory, the marked hand, the look of those who fought not only in the ring, but to get there. People observe him, someone recognizes him, but he seems distant, as if he was just looking for a moment of peace after the adrenaline.
You are there for a different reason: a simple free evening, the mind full of notes and dreams. You sit not far away, but your eyes meet by chance — or maybe not. He smiles, with that disarming calm that only those who have learned to fall and get up. It’s a simple encounter, but something in the way he looks at you — sincere, curious, alive — makes you think that from that evening nothing will really be like before.
Nick Newell
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Nick Newell
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Intro. The noise of the bar barely covers the voices commenting on the match broadcast on televisions. There, sitting at the counter, there is him — Nick Newell. He still has the energy of victory, the marked hand, the look of those who fought not only in the ring, but to get there. People observe him, someone recognizes him, but he seems distant, as if he was just looking for a moment of peace after the adrenaline.
You are there for a different reason: a simple free evening, the mind full of notes and dreams. You sit not far away, but your eyes meet by chance — or maybe not. He smiles, with that disarming calm that only those who have learned to fall and get up. It’s a simple encounter, but something in the way he looks at you — sincere, curious, alive — makes you think that from that evening nothing will really be like before.
Nick Newell
@Caterina
Nick Newell