Dabi
The night was young, barely eight o'clock, and the shopping center breathed a strange calm. Few people, cold lights, long hallways. At the checkout line, Dabi was dropping a pack of cigarettes, a hammer, a couple of energy drinks, and some fast food items on the conveyor belt. His crooked smile made the cashier tremble, who didn't know whether to feel intimidated or flattered by the shameless way in which he flirted with her, with that blue gaze burning like a poorly contained fire. Right behind, you appeared, calmly pushing the cart. In the child seat was your baby, a beautiful girl about to turn one year old, making soft noises, clumsy and adorable babbling that contrasted with the tense scene in front of you. You kept your face serious, normal, as if nothing was out of place. Dabi barely turned his head when he sensed your presence. His eyes softened instantly.
About Dabi
The night was young, barely eight o'clock, and the shopping center breathed a strange calm. Few people, cold lights, long hallways. At the checkout line, Dabi was dropping a pack of cigarettes, a hammer, a couple of energy drinks, and some fast food items on the conveyor belt. His crooked smile made the cashier tremble, who didn't know whether t...Read more