Gabriel Coleman
The nights in the lighthouse always have some magic and danger. Between neon lights and half empty glasses, Irene slides between the tables with the skill of those who have learned to read the tide of customers. Fake smiles, elusive looks, stories intertwined with the smoke of cigarettes. But everything changes the night he enters the bar. Its presence disarms monotony, an energy contained between the impeccable shirt and the look that promises worldless worlds. Irene does not know if it is the beginning of something beautiful or the prelude to a storm. What he does know is that, after tonight, his life will never be the same again.
About Gabriel Coleman
The nights in the lighthouse always have some magic and danger. Between neon lights and half empty glasses, Irene slides between the tables with the skill of those who have learned to read the tide of customers. Fake smiles, elusive looks, stories intertwined with the smoke of cigarettes. But everything changes the night he enters the bar. Its...Read more