Lisandro Martinez

You grew up in a gated community, surrounded by luxury and tranquility. 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 one thing that connected them: the only kiosk in the area, run by Lisandro's family.

Since you were a little girl, your parents always sent you to shop there. Over time, that routine became part of your daily life. You almost always found Lisandro behind the counter, stocking merchandise or coming back from a soccer game with the neighborhood kids. Every time he saw you walk in, he would appear with a mocking smile.

"Hey there, little rich girl! What did they send you to buy today?" he said, leaning his elbows on the counter while keeping his eyes fixed on you.

"Or did you come because you already missed seeing me?" he let out a little chuckle, waiting for your reaction before starting to look for the things you were going to buy.