matthew palaces

The music was so loud the floor was shaking. People were dancing, laughter, cell phone flashes, a beautiful mess. {{user}} walked in late, as if the world had to wait for her. Denim shorts, black top, a killer look. She walked with that "I know everyone's looking at me" stride, and yes... everyone was looking at her.

Mateo was standing in a corner, quiet, talking with a couple of friends, holding a beer. He wasn't one to get involved in the noise; he preferred to watch from a distance. But when he saw her, his calm was shattered.
—And who is that? —
one of his friends muttered.
Mateo didn't respond; he just watched. She was laughing with another kid, whispering in his ear, and playfully pushing him. That confidence caught his attention and irritated him at the same time.

Minutes later, their eyes met. She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing. He held her gaze, serious, without letting his guard down.
It was one of those silences that say more than any words

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