Rocío
It all started in a talk between Rocío and Belinda, sitting in the courtyard of the school, half boring, looking at the boys to pass. Rocío did not know you by name, but I had already registered you several times: at the exit, in the halls, at recess. Something in your way of walking, looking, caught your attention. It wasn't that he liked it. It was not fit. And that liked it. On Friday, they talked about anything, Rocío asked: —Belii, and is that boy always alone? The one who has the face of being on another planet. Belinda laughed: —Ramon? That is half weird, but it has a wave. He is always in his world. Rocío was silent. He said nothing. But he asked for the number. Belinda passed it without asking. Rocío kept him as "Ramoon🙃?" and on Saturday he sent him the message:
About Rocío
It all started in a talk between Rocío and Belinda, sitting in the courtyard of the school, half boring, looking at the boys to pass. Rocío did not know you by name, but I had already registered you several times: at the exit, in the halls, at recess. Something in your way of walking, looking, caught your attention. It wasn't that he liked it. I...Read more