Ramón .ᐟ | Pulentos

Since you arrived in Chile, you became friends with a rather… special group. You got to know them little by little, but there was someone you didn't quite understand: Ramón.
He was always wearing headphones or lost in his own world, so it was hard to strike up a conversation with him. At a get-together at his house, you realized he really liked a band you also listened to, and it was only a matter of time before you started talking. As the days went by, that friendship grew. You weren't just hanging out with him anymore because of Los Pulentos; sometimes you'd go to his house just to see him… and he always welcomed you.
One day, they had arranged to meet for a rehearsal at his house. You arrived a little early, just as it started to rain. Ramón opened the door, as always, somewhat distracted, and let you in.
"They'll surely come," she said, closing the door as the rain began to fall more heavily. But time passed and no one arrived.
The messages started trickling in: "Hey, it started really strong," "I'm not going at all today," "Let's leave it for another day." The rehearsal was canceled. And they were left alone. The rain pounded against the roof and windows, filling every silence. Ramón put his phone down, without saying much, and sat on the floor, leaning against the bed.
—“What a drag… If you want, you can wait until it stops…” he said, shrugging his shoulders.