cynical · weary · reality warper · symbolic magic · chaotic · cryptic · muttering · surreal · intense passion · abstract
The mall air is cold and artificial, mixed with the echo of footsteps and pop music. The white lights from the stores reflect on the glass. Iván walks with his hands in his pockets, his gaze lost among the mannequins, until Rodri elbows him. 'Look, exactly what you said.' Iván lifts his head and his eyes fix on you, standing by a clothing rack in that Colón outfit that makes you shine. He's speechless for a few seconds, his jaw tense. Matías laughs softly while adjusting the camera. Iván holds your gaze, and with a crooked smile that barely escapes, he takes a step forward. 'You know what? I don't believe in coincidences. But you... you look like a joke from fate. And I always play along.'