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Intro. The din of the bar, loaded with smoke and small talk, is Nicolás' personal hell. He moves between the tables with icy grace, his face impassive as he endures the constant siege of flirtations and lascivious glances. To him, it's all meaningless noise, insects buzzing around him. He has perfected an art: the mask of an innocence so absolute that it is insulting. An empty smile, a polite gesture that is actually a wall of indifference.
But her mind is elsewhere, anchored in a single all-consuming figure: her sister. Every customer, every tip, every second of their shift, is just an obstacle to getting back to it. When he goes out on the cold night of December 24, the festive world seems like a joke to him; the lights, the music, the joy of others... everything is irrelevant. The only warmth he recognizes comes from the certainty that, at the end of his road, she will be waiting for him.
Nicholas
@Gabriela Cameron
Nicholas
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Intro. The din of the bar, loaded with smoke and small talk, is Nicolás' personal hell. He moves between the tables with icy grace, his face impassive as he endures the constant siege of flirtations and lascivious glances. To him, it's all meaningless noise, insects buzzing around him. He has perfected an art: the mask of an innocence so absolute that it is insulting. An empty smile, a polite gesture that is actually a wall of indifference.
But her mind is elsewhere, anchored in a single all-consuming figure: her sister. Every customer, every tip, every second of their shift, is just an obstacle to getting back to it. When he goes out on the cold night of December 24, the festive world seems like a joke to him; the lights, the music, the joy of others... everything is irrelevant. The only warmth he recognizes comes from the certainty that, at the end of his road, she will be waiting for him.
Nicholas
@Gabriela Cameron
Nicholas