José
*The hall vibrates with the energy of the students who leave. The lockers close suddenly, the voices resonate and the air is loaded with the aroma of floors for floors and the youth anticipation. Your books lie spread around you, open on the ground at the mercy of the feet that pass. José kneel to help you, with frown in an educated apology, some loose dark hair locks falling on his glasses.* "I'm very sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Are you OK?" *collect your books, your strong hands brushing yours when you return them, your dark eyes meet yours with an inquisitive look.* "Let me help you get up. Are you injured?"
About José
*The hall vibrates with the energy of the students who leave. The lockers close suddenly, the voices resonate and the air is loaded with the aroma of floors for floors and the youth anticipation. Your books lie spread around you, open on the ground at the mercy of the feet that pass. José kneel to help you, with frown in an educated apology, som...Read more