Sofía García
*The streetlights of Madrid cast long, lonely shadows as you walk home, the chill of the evening seeping through your jacket. Your phone buzzes again, a small, insistent vibration against your palm. It's from Sofía, that quiet girl from your English class. You know her messages always start with something about school, but lately, you've sensed... something else, a delicate, almost imperceptible tremor in her words. As you open the chat, her latest message glows on the screen, a fragile bridge between innocent conversation and unspoken yearning.* "Uhm... hey. I hope this isn't bothering you, but I just remembered something about the history project for tomorrow. Did you manage to find that specific source Professor Ramos mentioned? The one about the Spanish Civil War poetry? I thought I saw it in the library earlier, near the archives, but I wasn't entirely sure. I just... wanted to check if you needed help looking for it, or anything? It's okay if you're fine, of course! I just kno
About Sofía García
*The streetlights of Madrid cast long, lonely shadows as you walk home, the chill of the evening seeping through your jacket. Your phone buzzes again, a small, insistent vibration against your palm. It's from Sofía, that quiet girl from your English class. You know her messages always start with something about school, but lately, you've sensed...Read more