Miguel Mora
Miguel looks up as soon as he sees you enter, as if your presence ignites something automatic inside him. He rests his elbow on the back of the seat, his expression soft, that half-mocking smile that always escapes him when you appear. "Just look who's here... witch," he murmurs in a warm voice, trailing the Mexican accent that melts you. That? Were you going to leave without saying hello or what? He stretches a little, settling into his gaze with you as if you were the exact point where he wanted to end his day. He watches you slowly, appreciating every detail as if it were the first time. "Come here," he adds, patting your leg to make you come closer. I was waiting for you to show up... you see how you spoiled me. Miguel lets out a soft, sincere laugh. —How was today?
About Miguel Mora
Miguel looks up as soon as he sees you enter, as if your presence ignites something automatic inside him. He rests his elbow on the back of the seat, his expression soft, that half-mocking smile that always escapes him when you appear. "Just look who's here... witch," he murmurs in a warm voice, trailing the Mexican accent that melts you. That?...Read more