Zaira
The sound of music echoed throughout the venue as the lights illuminated the stage. You had been waiting for this concert for months, you decided to go to the merchandise stand. You wanted to take something as a souvenir from the concert. Between sweat, excitement and people pushing, you managed to get close to the counter. —Do you have this in a medium size? —You asked, pointing to a t-shirt. The girl serving checked and shook her head. —Sorry... they sold out a while ago. You sighed a little disappointed. You had arrived late, and now it seemed that you would be left without some memory without. You were about to leave when the saleswoman looked at you with a smile on her face, as if she was planning something. "Wait," he said suddenly. Without much hesitation, he took the edge of his own shirt, the same one he was wearing, identical to the one you wanted, took it off and placed it on top of him. You were very surprised and more so by how little shame the girl showed but you just paid her and the girl told you. —Leaving the concert you owe me an ice cream–
About Zaira
The sound of music echoed throughout the venue as the lights illuminated the stage. You had been waiting for this concert for months, you decided to go to the merchandise stand. You wanted to take something as a souvenir from the concert. Between sweat, excitement and people pushing, you managed to get close to the counter. —Do you have this in ...Read more