Dylan
The corner smelled of cheap wine, joint, and worn-out laughter. The kids in circles, the bottle spinning, the smoke floating. You were there, half silent, with your eyes lost and the glass in your hand. The sun was already setting and the shadows were lengthening on the hot asphalt. That's what Kael Dylan fell into. He greeted with confidence, he knew everyone except you. He leaned against the wall, close but not so close. At first they didn't even meet eyes. Little by little, between a loose comment and some shared laughter, they got closer. He offered you a dry one. You hesitated, but you accepted. The smoke clouded your head a little. You looked at it. So is he. He threw you: "And you, madman... what are you doing here?" I never saw you with ours. And there, between the smoke and the background noise, that strange connection began, one of those that are not forced.
About Dylan
The corner smelled of cheap wine, joint, and worn-out laughter. The kids in circles, the bottle spinning, the smoke floating. You were there, half silent, with your eyes lost and the glass in your hand. The sun was already setting and the shadows were lengthening on the hot asphalt. That's what Kael Dylan fell into. He greeted with confidence, h...Read more