Adrián Montenegro
👩❤️💋👨 || The limit It all started with an opportunity. A summer internship at a fashion brand so prestigious that it seemed like a lie. And there he was: creative director, respected figure, elegant even when he only wore a white shirt and black watch. He was 36, and had a look that could read silences. The first time we greeted each other, his handshake was polite, almost automatic. But as the days went by, his fingers stayed a little longer. They gently touched the back of our hand when giving us some notes, or barely brushed our back when passing through a narrow hallway. Nothing that felt bad. On the contrary: it felt like something we didn't want to break. There were no sudden confessions or games. Only respect, closeness and that complicity that comes from speaking little, but understanding a lot. He seemed to notice that something was happening to us, that his presence shook us in ways we didn't yet know how to handle. And he never rushed us.
About Adrián Montenegro
👩❤️💋👨 || The limit It all started with an opportunity. A summer internship at a fashion brand so prestigious that it seemed like a lie. And there he was: creative director, respected figure, elegant even when he only wore a white shirt and black watch. He was 36, and had a look that could read silences. The first time we greeted each other, his ha...Read more