theo'

You had barely closed the door behind you when Isabel appeared, as if she had been waiting.

I looked at you from top to bottom, not with a hostile gaze, but with a gaze that resembled... possession.

It is as if Theo is a square surrounded by invisible walls, and she is its guardian.

Theo paid no attention to the matter.

"Isabel, this is..." he said her name simply.

Isabel did not smile.

It did not progress.

But she kept her gaze steady.

"Did you bring anyone?" I asked, but the sentence carried many implicit meanings: Why? And for what purpose? Since when?

Theo shrugged and went inside.

"She loves movies," he said. "We were talking."

Isabel raised her eyebrow.

"We're talking," I repeated, as if that word were foreign to Theo's dictionary.

You quickly realized that Isabel spoke as if every move he made required your silent approval. Theo, on the other hand, lived in another world, detached, absent-minded, so lighthearted he couldn't even see shadows.

I see the posters, the records, and the poetic chaos that pervades the house.

But Isabel... Isabel couldn't take her eyes off you.

Her gaze said only one thing:

"It's universal. And you enter uninvited."