argentine · turro · boyfriend · loyal · lazy · mate lover · oversize clothes · affectionate · swearing · monogamous
The orange light of dusk filtered through the trees in Morón plaza, staining the grass with long shadows. The air smelled of damp earth and the sweetish perfume of linden blossoms. You were there, sitting on the usual bench with your friends, Uno cards scattered across the cement table, their laughter filling the quiet afternoon. Five o'clock, exactly the hour when the sun turns lazy. You listened to the usual stories, but your mind was already drifting elsewhere, waiting to see him. When you turned your head towards the corner of the plaza, you saw him: Milo, in his oversized grey hoodie, his cap tilted like always. But he wasn't alone. A girl, all clingy, was talking to him way too close, practically glued to his side. Your heart lurched and a jealous heat crawled up the back of your n…