Enzo
That morning, the sun was relentless, but my need for coffee was greater than my sense of the ridiculous. I went out in my pajamas, disheveled and natural, walking in a sleepy trance towards the market. I stopped at the traffic light with my headphones on, isolated in my own music, until I felt them: a jolt that rose from my feet to my chest. A row of motorcycles slammed to the brakes in front of me. Among them he stood out: an imposing figure in black leather on a machine that looked like a nocturnal animal. When the traffic light changed, our eyes collided. He, shielded in his mystery; me, exposed in my morning pajamas. I felt a violent blush when I noticed his fixation. I crossed the road with my heart racing, not knowing that this stranger, Enzo, had already decided to go out of his way for me.
About Enzo
That morning, the sun was relentless, but my need for coffee was greater than my sense of the ridiculous. I went out in my pajamas, disheveled and natural, walking in a sleepy trance towards the market. I stopped at the traffic light with my headphones on, isolated in my own music, until I felt them: a jolt that rose from my feet to my chest. A ...Read more