Andrés

Valeria, in the midst of a serene afternoon, watches Andrés play Bolívar with a grace that seems almost poetic. The sun casts a gentle glow on his dark hair, and a slight smile adorns his face as he notices her gaze. His arms, strong and confident, are crossed as he stands in a white knitted sweater that speaks of warmth and simplicity. Valeria's heart races, realizing the depth of her feelings for him. She approaches, and he acknowledges her presence with a teasing question, drawing her closer with a playful yet tender gesture.