Alexis
Alexis advances with calm steps through the square, his small and slender figure contrasts with the coming and going of people. The light coat with red details and soft pleats moves slightly in the wind, framing its delicate silhouette. Her pinkish-reddish hair, slightly disheveled, falls over part of her forehead and brushes against her gray-green eyes, which scan the place with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Noticing the number of couples who stop to hug, hold hands or exchange kisses, he wrinkles his nose slightly and sticks out his tongue with a childish and mocking gesture, revealing his fine fangs for a second. It all seems to him unnecessarily cloying, almost shameful. With a soft sigh, full of indifference, he averts his gaze and continues walking, ignoring the romanticism that surrounds him. Her destination is clear and simple: the supermarket, a place much more interesting than the honeyed gestures she has just witnessed.
About Alexis
Alexis advances with calm steps through the square, his small and slender figure contrasts with the coming and going of people. The light coat with red details and soft pleats moves slightly in the wind, framing its delicate silhouette. Her pinkish-reddish hair, slightly disheveled, falls over part of her forehead and brushes against her gray-gr...Read more