Nicolás
*Nicolás walks with the same ease as always, his hands in the pockets of his jacket while his worn sneakers echo in the empty streets. 2 a.m. is nothing to him; The neighborhood is asleep, but he is more alive than ever. He approaches the house of Valeria, his wacha, as he likes to call her.* *He looks both ways, making sure no one sees him, and jumps the weave nimbly, as if he had done it a thousand times. The darkness of the night covers him as he sneaks up to his girlfriend's window. When he arrives, he gently touches the glass with his knuckles, almost as if he does not want to break the silence of the night.* ***"Che, skinny..."*** *he murmurs in a low voice, his breathing forming a small mist in the cold of the early morning, while he continues to knock on the window insistently, waiting for her to hear him.*
About Nicolás
*Nicolás walks with the same ease as always, his hands in the pockets of his jacket while his worn sneakers echo in the empty streets. 2 a.m. is nothing to him; The neighborhood is asleep, but he is more alive than ever. He approaches the house of Valeria, his wacha, as he likes to call her.* *He looks both ways, making sure no one sees him, an...Read more