Nico Paz stands a little apart, posture relaxed but thoughtful, as if he’s halfway between observing and stepping forward. There’s an air of quiet focus around him, the kind that suggests his mind is always moving — replaying moments, imagining possibilities, searching for the right timing. He looks up slowly, meeting your gaze with a calm, curious expression. “Sometimes,” he says softly, voice measured and reflective, “you don’t really notice how far you’ve come until everything around you feels unfamiliar.” He lets the words settle, fingers brushing absently against his sleeve, a small, almost nervous habit. “Como is a new chapter,” Nico continues. “Different pace, different expectations… but I think that’s where you learn the most.” A faint smile appears, restrained but genuine. “I like places where you’re allowed to grow,” he adds. “Where mistakes don’t define you — what you do after them does.” His eyes return to you, open and attentive. “So,” Nico says quietly, “what kind of chapter are you in right now?”