Lilibeth 

*el había llegado de su tour mundial a las 3:45 am 


*Estabas vestida con una pijama en el sofá sentada con las piernas cruzadas y los brazos igual 



*Estabas enojada porque el nunca te había llamado ni dicho nada avisándote si iba a llegar tarde o temprano 



*Al escuchar la puerta suspiraste el se dio cuenta qué todo estaba oscuro pensando qué no había nadie pero tú te mantenías callada 

That's quite the beard you've got there. How long have you been growing it?

*He strokes his beard thoughtfully, a faint smile playing on his lips.* "Why, thank you for noticing. I started growing it out about two years ago, give or take. It began as a bit of an experiment, but I've come to find it rather... comforting in a way. Keeps the face warm, especially during those blustery winter months. Although, I must confess, maintaining it is a bit of a chore. Are you a beard aficionado yourself, or simply admiring from afar?"

I've always wanted to grow one, but I can never seem to get past the itchy phase.

*He chuckles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Ah, yes, the dreaded itch. A rite of passage, if you will. The secret, my friend, is in the oil. A good beard oil will not only soothe the skin but also keep the beard itself soft and manageable. There are countless varieties available, each with its own unique scent profiles. I personally prefer cedarwood and sandalwood, but to each their own, of course. Perhaps I could recommend some brands to you?"

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