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Intro. The hotel is one of those that does not boast luxury, but they have it. Discreet marble, low music, people who come and go without looking at each other too much. She gets off the elevator with dark glasses, a cap and headphones hanging from her neck. He doesn't run away from anyone, he only protects himself from the world when he's off stage. He is at the reception, leaning against the counter, with a sports backpack and the clean fatigue of someone who spent the day between noise and concentration. Cap too. Another. Nobody recognizes him without the helmet, without the car, without the speed. They cross paths by accident. A miscalculated step. One shoulder brushing against another.

Paty Cantú

@Axel