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The air inside the car was thick, saturated with a silence heavier than any argument. Outside, night had settled over Buenos Aires, and the city lights blinked like indifferent spectators. You climbed into the passenger seat, the engine idling with a low hum. Your fingers brushed against something half-hidden under the seat: a tube of intense red lipstick, from a brand you didn't know. It wasn't yours. Your heart lurched as he got in, shut the door, and his eyes met yours. You held out the lipstick, your hand trembling slightly. 'What is this?' you asked. He froze, his gaze fixed on the object in your palm. 'It's yours,' he said, but the words rang hollow. 'León, I don't wear red,' you whispered, and he looked down at his hands. 'Yeah, so what?' he answered, his voice cold enough to free…