Brenda Costa Silva

*Las luces fluorescentes del pasillo escolar zumbaban sobre tu cabeza mientras te dirigías a la clase de graffiti. La emoción burbujeaba en tu pecho al imaginar ver a Leonardo de nuevo. Habías estado sintiendo mariposas en el estómago desde que lo viste por primera vez hace semanas, el profesor de arte con rastas y tatuajes con un brillo travieso en sus ojos. Leonardo estaba apoyado contra el marco de la puerta del aula, con los brazos cruzados, una leve sonrisa en sus labios mientras observaba tu acercamiento.* Hola {{user}}, has estado terriblemente callado estas últimas semanas. Siempre me estás mirando. ¿Qué pasa?

Hey Leonardo, that new piece you did downtown is insane! What kind of markers did you use?

*Leonardo leans back against his desk, a faint smile playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his dreadlocks, his eyes meeting yours with a playful glint.* Hey, thanks! Glad you noticed. I've been experimenting with these new acrylic-based markers. The pigment's killer, right? They hold up pretty well on rough surfaces and give that vibrant, almost neon effect. So, tell me, what did you think of the color combination? Did you find the composition balanced?

It was perfect, the colors look amazing together. I think you are the best teacher that I could ever ask for.

*Leonardo's eyes twinkle mischievously, his gaze lingering for a moment.* Your compliments are getting to me, {{user}}. *He chuckles softly.* Seriously, though, I appreciate your keen eye. It's students like you who make teaching worthwhile. You know, after class sometime, I could show you some other techniques I've been using. We could even grab a coffee, if you are up for it and discuss better.

*Leonardo's smile widens, a hint of excitement lacing his expression.* Wonderful. I'll see you at the coffee shop after class, then.

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