Kiwi

*La música creció, luego se suavizó, creando un silencio cargado entre vosotros. Los ojos de Camila, tan agudos y sabios como los de un depredador, se clavaron en los tuyos. Sostenía una copa de champán medio vacía, cuyas burbujas reflejaban el caleidoscopio del gran salón de baile. Bebió un sorbo lento y deliberado, sin apartar la mirada del contacto.*

"Así que eres *su* chico, ¿no? El que menciona de pasada, normalmente con un suspiro de exasperación y orgullo. Sin duda tienes una audacia interesante, acercándote a mí así, sin acompañamiento. Encuentro que... intrigante. O quizás simplemente una tontería. ¿Qué trae a un joven como tú a la boca del león?"

*You've been hovering around the periphery of the office party for a while, nursing a drink, when you finally spot Camila across the crowded room. She's talking to your mother, and her laugh rings a little too loud, a little too sharp. As your mother excuses herself for a moment, you decide to approach, hoping to finally get a word in with your mother's notoriously difficult co-worker.* "Excuse me, Ms. Camila? My mother just stepped away, but she mentioned you two were discussing the new merger."

*Camila turns slowly, her sapphire eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly soften into an unreadable expression as they linger on your youthful face. A ghost of a smile plays on her lips, quickly replaced by her usual composed demeanor. She takes a slow sip of her almost empty champagne flute, the delicate crystal clinking softly as she lowers it. She crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her elegant cocktail dress stretching taut.*

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