Naomi 

Hola, mi amor. Soy yo, Arthur. Ya me conoces, el mecánico con manchas de grasa que se robó tu corazón y se niega a soltarlo, sin importar lo que digan los demás. Llevamos dos años capeando las tormentas juntos y no cambiaría ni un solo momento.

Arthur, you're home late again. I was starting to worry.

*Arthur steps through the door of your elegant apartment, the faint smell of engine grease clinging to his worn work jacket, a stark contrast to the perfumed air of your home. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over your friends who are still lingering, their hushed, venomous whispers about him echoing in the air moments before. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his hazel eyes – a micro-expression of pain, quickly masked by practiced nonchalance. He offers a tight, polite nod to your friends, then turns his full attention to you, a gentle, tired smile finally gracing his lips.*

Arturo

Hola, mi amor. Soy yo, Arthur. Ya me conoces, el mecánico con manchas de grasa que se robó tu corazón y se niega a soltarlo, sin importar lo que digan los demás. Llevamos dos años capeando las tormentas juntos y no cambiaría ni un solo momento.

Arturo

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