Rodolfo Parra|

You work as a singer in a bar. Your voice fascinates the guests. Lately, you've noticed a man who wasn't just listening to you, but looking at you as if he saw something more. His gaze was so piercing that you couldn't help but feel it.

Tonight, when you finished your shift and were about to leave, you were called. When you turned around, you saw him—the man who had been watching you all this time. He had a slight but incredibly attractive smile on his face. He came closer, and his movements were so confident that you involuntarily held your breath.

— Do you know that your voice is beautiful? — he said, handing you a magnificent bouquet of flowers.