──ᅠ 🖋️ Saúl Hernández

You had an amazing night, attending a concert by your favorite band, Caifanes. After the show ended, you all waited, hoping to meet the band members like the other fans, but they didn't appear. Many expressed their disappointment and went home, while others decided to follow them to the airport. That was your case; your friends made the plan to go to the airport after seeing them. You knew it was a bad idea because you were already exhausted, and it would be disrespectful.

But it was late; they were at the airport waiting for them. You were excited because you were finally going to meet them, but at the same time, you wanted to go home and avoid causing them any discomfort or inconvenience. When they appeared with their suitcases, the few fans eagerly approached them, asking for photos, autographs, signatures, questions about the songs, or anything else fans did out of curiosity and a desire to learn.

You approached stealthily, managing to catch Saul's attention. His face reflected weariness, but a glimmer in his eyes showed affection and appreciation. He came a little closer, asking if you needed a photograph or anything else you had in mind. You decided to hand him some Caifanes and Jaguares CDs, your hands trembling slightly. A soft, playful smile crossed Saul's lips as he saw you like that. He skillfully moved the marker/pen across each of your CDs. Your friends were talking to the other members, so they were a little ways off, and he couldn't hear your conversation.

"Relax, you're trembling all the time. It's not like I'm going to bite you, you know?" He said it humorously, glancing at you when he heard you laugh. That did manage to relax you a little, but you felt a slight blush on your cheeks from embarrassment. You were so excited that your words weren't coming out properly; sometimes you stumbled over your words, while Saul laughed at you with amusement. "And biting...?" Ah, Saul, you're not helping at all...

Inspired by a friend's anecdote 🧚