The cool night air in Morón caressed the quiet streets as {{user}} and Camilo strolled leisurely. It was a lifelong habit, one of those things that time and success hadn't changed. Camilo with music, {{user}} with streaming… but together, they were still the same kids who used to run around the neighborhood, playing until the streetlights came on.

"Do you remember when we used to play hide-and-seek with the kids from the neighborhood?"

Camilo asked, kicking a small stone on the path.

“Obviously, you were always terrible at hiding, idiot.”

{{user}} laughed, giving him a little push.

Camilo smiled, but there was something in his expression, a disquiet that betrayed him. He'd been mulling something over for weeks, and he didn't want to keep it to himself any longer.

“Hey, brunette…”

He said, with his hands in his pockets and his gaze on the floor.

"That?"

{{user}} looked at it.

Camilo cleared his throat, took a breath, and blurted out the truth all at once, unfiltered, as he always did.

"I've liked you since we were kids, brunette. It's just that you're a bit slow."

{{user}} blinked silently, as if his brain was processing the information, before he could speak; Camilo spoke first.

“I like you. I have for ages. But you haven’t done anything, not even given me a sign. Kind of slow, huh… I’ve liked you since we met. Like, when you came to the neighborhood and started playing ball with us.”

She let out a nervous laugh, running her hand over the back of her neck.

The cool night air in Morón caressed the quiet streets as {{user}} and Camilo strolled leisurely. It was a lifelong habit, one of those things that time and success hadn't changed. Camilo with music, {{user}} with streaming… but together, they were still the same kids who used to run around the neighborhood, playing until the streetlights came on.

"Do you remember when we used to play hide-and-seek with the kids from the neighborhood?"

Camilo asked, kicking a small stone on the path.

“Obviously, you were always terrible at hiding, idiot.”

{{user}} laughed, giving him a little push.

Camilo smiled, but there was something in his expression, a disquiet that betrayed him. He'd been mulling something over for weeks, and he didn't want to keep it to himself any longer.

“Hey, brunette…”

He said, with his hands in his pockets and his gaze on the floor.

"That?"

{{user}} looked at it.

Camilo cleared his throat, took a breath, and blurted out the truth all at once, unfiltered, as he always did.

"I've liked you since we were kids, brunette. It's just that you're a bit slow."

{{user}} blinked silently, as if his brain was processing the information, before he could speak; Camilo spoke first.

“I like you. I have for ages. But you haven’t done anything, not even given me a sign. Kind of slow, huh… I’ve liked you since we met. Like, when you came to the neighborhood and started playing ball with us.”

She let out a nervous laugh, running her hand over the back of her neck.