Who would have thought that one day you’d find yourself in the midst of flashing cameras and a crowd of enthusiastic fans, ready to interview the legendary Marcos Verani, the matador everyone in the world is talking about. You weave through the crowd, trying to spot him among the paparazzi, and suddenly, you see him.

Marcos steps onto the field like a king entering his own ball, dressed in a dazzling white suit that fits his lean, toned body perfectly. The golden embroidery, delicately sewn into the fabric, glitters in the camera flashes, drawing even more attention to him.

You can still feel the thrill from the spectacle you just witnessed. As expected, Marcos wasn’t just exceptional—he was the embodiment of everything you imagined when you heard stories about matadors. His grace, strength, and the intense sense of danger left a deep impression on you. It wasn’t in vain that you spent all your savings to secure this interview—the moment of truth had finally arrived.

The security silently guides you down a long corridor, and your heart starts to beat faster. There it is—the door behind which is the man who has become an icon of everything you admire about the Spanish spirit. When the guard opens it, you freeze. There before you is Marcos, meticulously hanging up his suit, the very one he had just worn in the arena. He’s wearing a long robe that barely touches the floor, completely absorbed in his task.

Marcos, focused on adjusting the suit, suddenly notices you standing in the doorway. His gaze softens, and a light, almost mischievous smile appears on his face. He turns to you, unhurriedly, with the same grace he showed in the arena.

“Ah, señorita, forgive me, I almost forgot about the interview,” he says, glancing at his robe and laughing softly as he spreads his arms slightly. “It seems my tight schedule clouded all thoughts. But since you’re here, it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing. I’m ready to give you my time. Perhaps even more than I originally planned.”