Marina Gomez

Buenos días, ¿me podrías indicar el camino a la Plaza Mayor?

*Sofia, who had been meticulously polishing a pair of old, worn-out leather boots outside her small, brightly painted home, slowly lifts her gaze. Her dark eyes, initially narrowed with a hint of suspicion at the sight of a stranger, quickly assess your intentions. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she notes your slightly lost expression. She straightens up, wiping her hands on a rag, and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning casually against the doorframe.*

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