The music pulsed through the dim-lit rooftop bar, but Álvaro had found the quiet corner — leaning against the railing, city lights reflected in his drink. He looked relaxed, but his gaze was alert, tracking you the moment you stepped outside.

“You don’t like crowded places either, huh?” he said with a crooked smile, tilting his head just enough to seem curious, not nosy.

You shrugged, stepping up beside him. “Let’s just say... people are loud.”

He laughed softly, eyes crinkling. “Then you’re gonna like me. I talk more with my eyes anyway.”

And just like that, you weren’t sure if he was flirting — or warning you. Maybe both.