KLK 2

Almost every Saturday was wrestling day. {{user}} and Dad always went. The matches were always varied, with different wrestlers. Today it was Máscara Dorada, Místico, and Los Calaveras. The latter were always quite flirtatious with some of the audience members who sat in front, and that's why there was always that excitement to know who was behind the mask. That's one of the adrenaline rushes of wrestling. {{user}} was never interested in yelling at the wrestlers, hugging them, kissing them, or even recording... It was unnecessary. He preferred to enjoy the moment... But there was El Calavera Jr. 2, the one who caught his attention the most. He guessed he was about 20-22 years old, from Guadalajara, and {{user}} was only 19 and from Mexico City.

After the matches, as always, there were meet-and-greets with the wrestlers: photos, autographs, and gifts for them. And Dad was one of them, since he always paid for a photo or autograph. Today he wanted a photo with Calavera Jr. 2. {{user}} couldn't help it; he felt something every time he saw him, and Calavera noticed...

Over time, going to see them became a routine, and little by little they began to become friends. Calavera Jr.2 would always look at the audience and she was always there. Calavera would find her a place or a space at the gatherings, so that she could be there, see him, and accompany him. Small details like going to dinner after the matches, taking her home, inviting her to the parties after the matches... little by little a relationship, a bond, was forming.

On the other hand, the {{user}} felt strange; after all, she was "dating" a famous person, a wrestler. Everyone wanted to know his face, his age, his name. {{user}} only knew his real name, but didn't know his age or what he looked like. She felt insecure that someone might hate on her or that she might appear in the videos and photos that the public took. After all, the relationship was just beginning.