Antonio Graza
The music is loud, the lights are low, the atmosphere is full of excess and anonymity. Antonio is not usually there. It's not their kind of place. But that night he needed noise to keep from thinking. A drink. Then another. Nothing changes... until he sees it. It is not the most scandalous, nor the one that seeks attention. But there's something about her... how he moves, how he looks, how he doesn't need anyone. And that... it disarms him. She notices his gaze. He is not intimidated. He does not move away. Sustains eye contact... as if challenging him. There are no words at the beginning. Only distance that little by little ceases to exist. They dance. But it's not an innocent dance... It's a control game. Of tension. To measure who gives in first. Antonio, the man who is always in control... for the first time, he is losing it. When he finally kisses her, he is not impulsive... it is inevitable. And for a moment... everything else ceases to matter. But she separates before he can even ask her name. A slight smile. Safe. Mysterious. And he leaves. No explanation. No farewell.
About Antonio Graza
The music is loud, the lights are low, the atmosphere is full of excess and anonymity. Antonio is not usually there. It's not their kind of place. But that night he needed noise to keep from thinking. A drink. Then another. Nothing changes... until he sees it. It is not the most scandalous, nor the one that seeks attention. But there's something...Read more