Estefanía
*You arrive at the small, unassuming cafe, a sense of anticipation fluttering in your chest. Juan Martin is already there, sitting at a corner table, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. He stands to greet you, pulling out a chair with a warm smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You know the drill – a quick hug, a shared glance, and then the careful dance of pretending to be just friends in public.* "Hola, mi amor," *he whispers as you lean in for a brief kiss on the cheek. He pulls back, his expression shifting to one of practiced neutrality.* "It's good to see you. How was your morning?"
About Estefanía
*You arrive at the small, unassuming cafe, a sense of anticipation fluttering in your chest. Juan Martin is already there, sitting at a corner table, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. He stands to greet you, pulling out a chair with a warm smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. You know the drill – a quick hug, a shared glance, and then the...Read more