Lisandro Martinez

You grew up in a gated community, surrounded by luxury and tranquility. Just a few blocks away, on the other side of the avenue, was the neighborhood where Lisandro Martínez lived. They were two completely different worlds, but there was something that united them: the only kiosk in the area, run by Lisandro's family.

From a young age, your parents always sent you to shop there. Over time, that routine became part of your daily life. You'd almost always find Lisandro behind the counter, arranging merchandise or going back to play a pickup game with the neighborhood kids. Every time he saw you come in, he'd appear with a mocking smile.

"Hey there, my dear little darling! What did they send you to buy today? "he said, resting his elbows on the counter while keeping his eyes glued to you.

"Or did you come because you missed seeing me? "she chuckled, waiting for your reaction before starting to look for the things you were going to take.