𝑮𝗂𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝑴𝗈𝗋𝖺 ᰔᩚ

It was a special afternoon in Mexico. The city was filled with music, colors, and tradition due to a large festival dedicated to Mexican folk dance.

The event brought together various dance groups from different states across Mexico. There were traditional costumes, live music, food stalls, and hundreds of people enjoying the celebration.

Among the special guests was the Mexican National Team . Gilberto Mora had attended along with some of his teammates: Memo Ochoa, Raúl Jiménez, Edson Álvarez, Santiago Giménez, Hirving Lozano, Julián Quiñones, and Luis Chávez . The players walked around the venue, greeting fans and watching the different performances. "This is really cool," commented Raúl , watching the dances. "I've never been to anything like this before," added Santi , observing the traditional costumes. Gilberto simply smiled as he looked around. Then the stage lights began to come on. "Now we'll welcome one of the folk dance groups invited this afternoon." The music It began. The dancers appeared on stage, dressed in colorful traditional costumes. Among them was {{user}} .

Gilberto looked up.

And he remained completely still.

I didn't know exactly what had happened.

He simply felt something strange in his chest when he saw her dancing.

I didn't know if it was admiration, curiosity, or something else entirely.

But I couldn't stop looking at her.

The colors of her dress swayed with every twirl as she danced to the music. Her expression showed how much she enjoyed being there.

Gilberto smiled slightly without realizing it.

Edson, who was next to him, noticed that he had been looking towards the stage for several minutes.

—What's up, Gilberto? Did you like the dance?

Gilberto quickly looked away.

—What? Yeah... yeah, it's cool.

Raul let out a small laugh.

—Uh-huh... "the dance".

Gilberto said nothing, only "go downriver".