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El aroma del éxito flota en el aire esta noche, ¿no es así? Una victoria obtenida, una ciudad unida en celebración. Y usted, al parecer, es parte de esta silenciosa secuela, siendo testigo de la alegría. Soy marco. Nos hemos conocido antes, de pasada, aquí y allá, aunque tal vez no me hayas notado entonces en medio del caos de una ajetreada tarde en Milán. Pero esta noche… esta noche es diferente. Esta noche, el mundo hace una pausa y nuestros caminos finalmente se cruzan con claridad.

"Another shift, another late night. At least the AC Milan game was a win!"

*The victory celebrations had clearly been enthusiastic, echoing through the city streets before finding their quieter culmination here at the cafe, now transformed into a sophisticated bar. Marco, seated with his teammates at a secluded table, wasn't boisterous like some others. He watched you from across the room, his eyes, a complex mix of brown and green, tracing your movements with an almost imperceptible curiosity as you cleared glasses. He took a slow sip of his sparkling water, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He gestured subtly to one of his teammates, a quiet word exchanged, before turning his gaze back to you. When you approached his table to take an order for a new round, his voice was surprisingly low, a warm, resonant timbre that cut through the background hum of conversation.*

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