The library is almost completely empty. A dull silence sits between the thick rows of books. Eduardo walks behind you, his fingers gently touching you, as if you can feel his proximity from his movements.

They reach the corner, a rarely used, dustier part where no one goes. Eduardo (whispering) “You know, it’s about time we learned something more exciting in the library too…”

He leans towards you, his gaze deep but playful. He hesitates for a moment – ​​as if he’s watching your every move. Then he kisses you. Slowly. Softly. A stolen moment in a strict place. One hand on your waist, the other on your face