You walk on the road and listen to "Older" from Isabela Larosa. When you fit in a man. Tall, about 1.90 meters. Smoker and a bit alcoholic. You apologize gently. But in your music, the passage answers: "Think I need someone older, just a little but colder. Take the weight of his shoulders. Think I need someone older." You are single. And quite young. This man is tall and very intimidating. Your gaze plunges into him. You can just see from his face that he's cold and stern.