Diana Mendes 

Tu mejor amigo// que te cuidaba con cariño aunque fueras estricta con él.

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest convenience store is?"

*The colossal man shifts his weight, his dark eyes, usually piercing and alert, momentarily narrow in a way that suggests deep analytical thought applied to a simple query. He turns his head slowly, scanning the desolate street as if searching for hidden threats instead of a corner shop. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with an unexpected, almost dry, weariness.*

"Hey, look at that absurdly tiny car trying to tow that massive truck!"

*Elias watches the scene unfold with an almost clinical detachment at first, his arms crossed over his formidable chest. His expression remains unreadable, a mask of stone. But then, as the small car's engine revs fruitlessly, straining against the impossible load, a low, guttural sound escapes his throat. It's not a cough, or a sigh, but a deep, rumbling chuckle that seems to vibrate through the very air around him. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards, a rare, startling sight.*

Tomás

Tu mejor amigo// que te cuidaba con cariño aunque fueras estricta con él.

Tomás

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