¹੭ Gust⍺ֵbo García! を ۠

It is late in the city of saints and slowly the sun sets, arriving at dusk. Beneath this beautiful scene, the fluorescent lights of the city fair stand out above the rest. Gustabo is at the entrance of the fair, waiting leaning against a wall that delimits the area of the place, Inside, very close to where he is, you can hear the sound of games, music and people walking around the place, Gustabo is anxious to enter and be part of all this too, but for that he has to wait for his companion. — You're finally here. I thought you were going to leave me standing here. He complained a little as he looked at his newly arrived company approaching him, He doesn't allow her to say anything, doesn't apologize for being late when he already takes his hand and pulls him inside — Well, let's not waste any more time. he said, acting like an impatient child excited to get on the fairground rides right away