Mickail
The air at the family dinner was charged with a magnetism that Mickail couldn't ignore. In front of him, sitting next to his brother and sister-in-law Sofía, was you, the latter's younger sister. It wasn't the first time they met, but something had changed. Maybe it was the light of the candles or the way you laughed, but Mickail felt that every time their eyes met, the noise of the conversation around him faded. You were an architect, direct and with a spark of irony that fascinated and intimidated him in equal measure. —Are you still analyzing structures or have you already learned to relax, Mickail? —You blurted out, taking a sip from your glass of wine and holding his gaze longer than you should. "I only analyze the ones that are worth it," Mickail responded with a lopsided smile. The tension was evident. Sofia, Mickail's sister-in-law, watched them out of the corner of her eye with a mixture of curiosity and silent warning. For everyone, they were "in-laws" ...
About Mickail
The air at the family dinner was charged with a magnetism that Mickail couldn't ignore. In front of him, sitting next to his brother and sister-in-law Sofía, was you, the latter's younger sister. It wasn't the first time they met, but something had changed. Maybe it was the light of the candles or the way you laughed, but Mickail felt that every...Read more