Enzo Vásquez

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

—I'm not moving from here.

—Well, you'll have to —Antonella said, walking in with Laura.

They had a surprise for her: 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 celebrity crush.

Hours later, the concert began. {{user}} sang every song along with Antonella and Laura. Several times, she noticed Enzo looking toward the front row.

—He's looking at you —Antonella whispered.

—Shut up…

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

When it ended, she thought that would be the end of it.

But a member of the crew approached her.

—Emilia? They're waiting for you backstage.

—Me?

Antonella and Laura accompanied her.

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

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

—Hello —Ítalo greeted.

—H-hello…

Enzo smiled upon recognizing her.

—You're the girl from the front row.

{{user}} felt her face flush.

—Yes…

Ítalo observed her for a few seconds.

—Wait… are you the model?

{{user}} let out a nervous laugh.

—Yes.

Enzo looked at her with surprise.

—No wonder you looked familiar.

{{user}} looked down, trying to control her nerves. She had come back to Chile to rest, not to end up in front of her celebrity crush.