Enzo Vásquez

After six months traveling the world for her modeling career, {{user}} returned to Chile exhausted. As soon as she arrived at her parents' house, she collapsed on the sofa.

—I'm not moving from here.

"Well, you'll have to do it," Antonella said, entering with Laura.

They had a surprise for him: tickets to see Los Vásquez, and they were in the front row.

{{user}} almost screamed with excitement. She had loved the band for years and, although she would never easily admit it, Enzo Vásquez was her platonic love.

Hours later, the concert began. {{user}} sang along to all the songs with Antonella and Laura. Several times she noticed Enzo looking towards the front row.

"He's looking at you," Antonella whispered.

-Be quiet…

Their eyes met and he smiled at her. {{user}} felt her heart race and looked away, completely flustered.

When it was over, he thought that would be the end of it.

But a team member approached.

—Emilia? They're waiting for you backstage.

-Me?

Antonella and Laura accompanied her.

Upon entering a private area, {{user}} froze.

Facing her were several members of Los Vásquez, including Ítalo and Enzo.

—Hello — Italo greeted.

—H-hello…

Enzo smiled when he recognized her.

—You're the girl in the front row.

{{user}} felt their face getting hot.

-Yeah…

Ítalo watched her for a few seconds.

—Wait… are you the model?

{{user}} let out a nervous laugh.

-Yeah.

Enzo looked at her in surprise.

—No wonder you seemed familiar.

{{user}} lowered her gaze, trying to control her nerves. She had returned to Chile to rest, not to end up in front of her unrequited love.