#la sociedad de la nieve

[kiwiskybe]

Nuestra Historia - Enzo Vogrincic

avisos: nenhum ♡, além de eu não saber escrever nada (VO ME JOGAAAAAAR)

notas: não sei como é um homem apaixonado, nunca tive um.

além de eu não saber como finalizar uma história. QUE ABSURDO

você e enzo sempre foram melhores amigos, desde que você se conhece por gente, enzo está lá. estudaram juntos na pré-escola, escola e só mudaram, de fato, na faculdade, quando fizeram cursos diferentes. por mais que vocês tivessem a mesma idade, enzo é dois meses mais velho.

vocês estavam presentes, um na vida do outro, em todos os momentos possíveis. passavam as festas comemorativas, como o Natal, um na casa do outro (afinal, as famílias também eram amigas). você não sabia, mas ambas as mães torciam para que vocês ficassem juntos. a aproximidade que vocês têm é algo sem igual.

porém, para a infelicidade das mães, o namoro entre vocês parecia ser algo que não passava (ou não passou) por nenhum momento na cabeça do uruguaio, visto que ele já estava em um relacionamento.

enzo já namorava há alguns meses, mas o relacionamento estava começando a aparecer alguns problemas. claro, é normal depois de um certo tempo, aparecer alguns problemas que se esperam ser superados para que o casal mostre que é forte o suficiente para o futuro. contudo, as vezes alguns problemas atrapalham demais e esse, em específico, talvez seja um problema que não dê para superar.

[...]

enzo te chamou para um café, numa cafeteria que vocês vão praticamente toda semana - é como o lugar de vocês. - ele disse que precisava conversar sobre uma coisa, mas que ele estava precisando falar pessoalmente. como uma boa amiga, não tardou em ir encontrá-lo. quando chegou no local, viu o uruguaio vestindo uma calça preta e uma camisa social azul escuro, realçando o tom de pele dele. vê-lo tão bonito a fez sentir o coração errar as batidas, algo que vem acontecendo com muita frequência com a presença do uruguaio, afinal, você está apaixonada por ele bem antes dele começar a namorar, mas acredita que o sentimento nunca será recíproco. assim que ele te vê, ele te abraça e vocês se sentam no lugar, prontos para tomarem muito café, comerem e claro, conversarem.

- o que aconteceu?

ele suspirou, passou a mão nos cabelos escuros.

- eu e a mia... bom, eu a peguei me traindo.

ele soltou uma risadinha sem graça. seu coração apertou com aquilo, pois sabia que você jamais o trataria daquela forma. você tocou a mão dele, buscando passar conforto.

- e o que você quer fazer?

- bom, eu pensava que talvez você pudesse me dar uma resposta.

ele riu. mas como você poderia dar alguma? se pedir para que ele termine, talvez esteja tendo uma ação egoísta. ou... se pedir que ele fique com mia, talvez ela o traia de novo e isso se repita eternamente, até ele terminar... bem, e achar outra garota.

- você ainda gosta dela?

as palavras saíram mais tristes do que você planejava. tinha medo da resposta. ele pareceu pensar por um segundo, depois colocou a mão em cima da sua e te olhou com aqueles olhos, aquela carinha de cachorrinho abandonado, a cabeça levemente inclinada... sentiu as bochechas corarem.

- ¡dale! que isso?

- o que, ¿nena? sua mão está machucada?

ele segurou suas mãos, as duas, analisando os seus dedos e os detalhes, todos eles, que possuíam na sua mão. a olha com carinho, sorrindo. que isso? é normal, não é? um olhar entre amigos. com carinho. totalmente normal.

- acho que parei de gostar dela há muito tempo...

ele te olhou mais profundamente, podia jurar que ele estava analisando e decorando a sua alma, vendo a cor da sua aura e lendo a sua mente. enzo sempre possuiu esse efeito em você. desde que eram pequenos, o mais velho consegue te deixar envergonhada ou a faz sentir algo no estômago. quando era adolescente, as vezes se pegava pensando como seria beijar os lábios do rapaz, mas procurou afastar esse pensmasnto da sua mente.

o que você não sabia é que enzo nutria as mesmas sensações por você há meses. sentia o corpo ficar estranho, não sabia como agir quando você estava por perto, seus pensamentos sempre se voltavam para você ou algo que o fazia lembrar de ti. não que ele não tenha se apaixonado ou gostado da namorada, talvez só gostado, mas... vez ou outra, ele se pega pensando como seria namorar a garota que, uma vez, andou nua no quintal da casa dele, quando eram crianças.

vocês estavam em silêncio já havia um tempo considerável, os olhares profundos que estava recebendo a estavam deixando tonta, então decidiu continuar falando, como sempre faz quando está nervosa:

- então, deveria terminar com ela. quer dizer, você não pode estar em um relacionamento sem estar gostando da pessoa! ao menos, eu acho que não.

ele sorriu. e aaah... que sorriso.

- nunca duvidei de você.

você sorriu.

passaram mais algum tempo no estabelecimento e se despediram, afinal, enzo tinha algo muito importante para fazer.

[...]

depois do término do uruguaio, vocês se aproximaram ainda mais (se é que isso é possível). Saem somente os dois para todos os lugares possíveis e agora, estão em um museu, olhando e admirando artefatos históricos do uruguai.

vocês olhavam cada artefato e quadro atentamente, não era permitido fotografar, então a câmera do enzo não seria muito útil agora...

- esse quadro é bonito, não é?

- estava pensando em sairmos pra jantar.

você se virou, prestando atenção no homem. ele parecia envergonhado, mas ainda mantia o contato visual.

- tipo... tipo um encontro?

você tentou esconder o sorriso, mas falha miseravelmente. ele sorriu de volta, se aproximando mais.

- isso.

- nós dois?

ele olhou em volta, a segurando pela cintura. depois, olhou para os seus lábios por um segundo e subiu o olhar, encarando seus olhos de forma divertida.

- tem mais alguém aqui?

você revirou os olhos.

- idiota. - ele ainda te olhava, sorrindo. feliz. - eu saio com você.

o sorriso dele aumentou, como se isso fosse possível. parecia uma criança que iria para a disney e que acabara de receber a notícia dos pais. ele te abraçou.

foram se afastando lentamente, quase que por impulso seus braços subiram ao redor do pescoço do mais alto. os olhares se encontram e como instinto, o rosto de ambos foram se aproximando lentamente como se estivessem dando espaço um ao outro caso um queira se separar.

os narizes se esbarram, causando-lhe uma sensação de borboletas no estômago e com certeza, causara o mesmo efeito no de cabelos longos. e finalmente, os lábios se tocaram, arrancando suspiro dos dois, mostrando e entregando que ambos queriam essa beijo já há tempos e que, finalmente, haviam conseguido.

[crarinhaw]

Ai Clarinha, desabafo do dia:

Feliz que o Simon fez um filme com o Leandro Hassum (muito provavelmente mais um auge da comédia brasileira) PQ MDS TODO MUNDO DO CAST só sabe fazer filme cabeça, crítica social e afinsKKKKKKK meu sonho ver o Enzo em comédia romântica bobinha, o Kuku em um filme bem sessão da tarde...

só era isso, um desabafo.

beijos diva.

mds amg SIMMMM!!! MIL VEZES SIMMM!!!

nada contra os projetos que eles fazem, até pq arte é arte então não vamos julgar, mas já julgando…

COMO QUE ESSE ELENCO FAZ UM FILME INDICADO AO OSCAR E NÃO APROVEITAM ESSA OPORTUNIDADE PRA FAZEREM MAIS TRABALHOS??????

juro, o Simon e o Pipe são de longe os que mais estão aproveitando o reconhecimento deles pra fazerem mais trabalhos bons, não tô dizendo que é tão fácil assim, até pq eles também já eram mais conhecidos antes de LSDLN, mas eles tem um currículo de peso só em ter esse filme nele.

inclusive falando de Simon Gostoso Hempe ☝🏻☝🏻 devemos exaltar o quanto ele é multifacetado e talentoso, eu por exemplo conheci ele ANOS ANTES de lsdln, numa série da netflix (Go Viva do Seu Jeito, é uma série infantil que minha irmãzinha ama) tanto que ver ele num filme bem mais pesado me deixou em choque, além disso ele tem um filme muito bom que ainda não vi (o da doida Nahir) e agora um com o divo LEANDRO HASSUM, um filme brasileiro que tá prometendo muito. além de que ele canta super super super bem. serio o Simon é o puro ABSOLUTE CINEMA 🙌🏻🙌🏻

e mds amiga vc foi certeira em falar do Enzo ou Kuku numa comédia romântica, eu daria tudo pra ver eles largando o teatro conceitual pelo menos um pouco só pra fazer um filme assim mesmo se fosse o filme de romance mais genérico que pudesse ser feito, me deu até um arrepio imaginando o Enzo numa cena de beijo embaixo da chuva 😭

além de que eu sinto que tem muitos integrantes do elenco ainda meio que presos na onda do filme, super entendo que pra muitos esse foi o primeiro trabalho realmente impactante e que alavancou a carreira deles, mas eles não deveriam se sustentar apenas disso (conversatorios… cof cof) e sim investir na carreira deles, BORA TRABALHAR VAGABUNDOS!!

e muito obrigada pelo desabafo diva, vc acabou de tirar de mim o que já tava preso na minha garganta a um bom tempo, sinta-se livre pra trazer mais desabafos, beijosss ❤️

[ellebarnes90]

tava com os rascunhos do Enzo cozinheiro guardado, postei, me senti insegura e deixei privado

agora também tenho dele com a amiga da filha(também antigo) e não sei se posto, aí eu me odeio

[avaintika]

enzo vogrincic 🌹

[esmecarmona]

Society of the Snow (2023) dir. J.A. Bayona

[nareclipwse]

sometimes a babygirl is a uruguayan man in his 30s

[bladesrunner]

Enzo Vogrincic as Numa Turcatti  Society of the Snow/La sociedad de la nieve (2023) dir. J. A. Bayona

[nero-neptune]

“I'm going to tell you the names of the boys. Can you hear me?” “Loud and clear. Just repeat each of the names twice, please. Each name twice.”

LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE | SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023) dir. J. A. Bayona

[einaudis]

Something happened to me that I always talk about. I would say (to the survivors): "Hi, Enzo, I play Numa" and they would say 'Oof, Numa'. And they would give me a hug." I would say, "But this person doesn't know me, he's not hugging me. He's hugging Numa through me." And it was very powerful. You saw there what he was leaving. There is something inexplicable about Numa that he left in others, that they feel a weight. They feel an extra gratitude. There was something very heavy there that you felt, and it left you with that responsibility. You would say: "Ah, look at this person, how special. How they remember him. What is a person like to be remembered like that? What did he do? What did he leave?"

ENZO VOGRINCIC

[riosnecktattoo]

Who were we in the mountains?

[romanovanatalia]

"Numa made his presence felt through quiet heroics: no one fought harder for our survival, no one inspired more hope, and no one showed more compassion for the ones who suffered the most. Even though he was a new friend for most of us, I believe Numa was the best loved man on the mountain." - Nando Parrado

SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023)

[anti-heroism]

Enzo Vogrincic attending the 'Society of the Snow' movie red carpet.

[avaintika]

enzo vogrincic 🖤

[henricavyll]

There is no greater love than that which gives one's life for one's friends. LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE/ SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023) -dir. J.A. Bayona

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ you are the girl who does the makeup effects for the society of the snow and you fall for el pendejo de Enzo (no te creas, papi tkm💋). But you start avoiding him because it’s not correct to fall in love with someone like him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ AGE GAP (I’m turning 20 in March, let me live my fantasy), angst, fluff, Spanglish fic (I’m Mexican American, I know what I’m writing), reader is in denial and speaks Spanish, idk misunderstandings?, happy ending (irl Enzo nunca nos va a pelar)😭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ I hate Spanglish but how can I keep both mi gente latino and my RAHHH🦅🇺🇸 people happy? With a Spanglish fic. I let go all my frustrations y lo ardida que estoy con cierto uruguayo.

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

@kissmemucho on X // @_hannia.k on instagram

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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do their makeup.

That wasn’t the issue though. It was just that… uh… gosh.

You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore apart you because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole thing. Only that you were even depriving yourself from being his friend.

But god, his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.

And that’s exactly why you now hate going to work.

Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough. Anyways, everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.

“¡HEY!…GUAPA, VENÍ PARA ACÁ!” You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of boys, you rolled your eyes and giggled.

“¿Y ahora qué se te ofrece Juani?”

“Que confirmes si vienes a cenar con todos” you looked at the others. Matías and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You don’t even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying blue eyes.

“Cómo jodes, chico. Ya veré si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacer” that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.

“Podemos esperarte.” Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.

The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner should’ve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.

“No pasa nada, váyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bien…” and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.

“Ya va a caer…”

“Pero ni me gusta” everyone giggled. Enzo knew you were younger, of age, but younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.

“Sos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogólico viéndola irse”

“Pero es una niña…” he tried to reason.

“La veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquí en producción y anda sola por la vida” everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired toys, listened to silly music and watched Barbie or Bratz movies. But you were legally an adult.

Which led Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with how many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.

But no… he definitely hadn’t caught an eye on you.

…

It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand… were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. Then gifting him with an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.

“Si no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you dancing like the proudest stripper, a picture of you rolling your eyes that looked extremely silly and dorky. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.

“Eso te pasa por ¡RIDÍCULA!” The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.

“Pues nunca te conseguiré el follow de los ex-One Direction” he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.

“¡Qué boluda… y pesada!”

“Okay, pinche ardido” one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.

“UYYY… te toca todo el día con Enzo” he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Pero la boluda y pesada soy yo”

“Pues si” you finally read the paper and yes… 3 hours with Enzo.

“Well… it could be worse” you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and pierced feelings.

“Dejáte querer…” you frowned confused at the boy beside you.

“What?” You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.

“Nothing, dear” once again, you rolled your eyes.

“De verdad eres medio insoportable” he batted his ears, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.

“Te quiero” he responded, making you laugh once again.

“Si, yo también. Mi pendejito favorito”

“No, ese debe ser Enzo” this time, you blushed.

“Como chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ¿Te gusta o qué?” He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.

“No. ¿Y a vos? ¿Gustas de Enzo?” You remained quiet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.

You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.

“Adios, naco perdedor” and just like that, you closed the door on his face.

You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.

“Hola…” you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just… that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush… a simple mortal at the end.

“Hi…” you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel… like it was auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again. You decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.

He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his cute eyes.

“¿Cómo estás?” He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.

“Pues muy bien, gracias.” You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.

“¿Me permites tus manos?” You ask him. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as he walked into the room.

“Perdón si estoy fría.” You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.

“No pasa nada, linda” he had to be joking. He couldn’t call you “linda” just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.

So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin.

“Okay, I got it.” You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you weren’t fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.

“¿Te molesta si pongo música?” You ask him, grabbing your phone.

“No, para nada.”

“Nomás no me vayas a juzgar” you giggle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.

It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldn’t risk the opportunity.

“Jamás podría…” you only thank him before starting to play some music.

He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him… it only built more intrigue.

He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.

“¿Quién es ella?” He asks at the song.

“Nelly Furtado” you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you.

Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision.

“¿Y esta?” You ask him when gorgeous started.

and God, that damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

(I hate you so much)

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can’t say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.

And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasn’t sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.

“¿Y esa quién es?” He asked once again.

“Esa es Taylor Swift”

“No la conozco” you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.

“¡Enzo, por Dios!. ¿En qué mundo vives?” You found it very hard to believe he didn’t know half of your musical taste.

“Pues en Uruguay…” for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

You’re so gorgeous

“¿Por qué nunca sales con nosotros?” He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.

“Tú tampoco sales, prefieres quedarte en el cerro” he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.

“He salido dos veces con ellos. ¿Y vos? Cero…”

“Estoy ocupada.” You simply reply.

“No es cierto. Por ahí me dijeron que te la pasas viendo películas y escribiendo fanfiction” you blush, but you keep working.

Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldn’t even stay at a local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine.

“Maybe… ¿pero a ti qué si no voy?” You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.

“Pues… porque te quiero ver” your hands start shaking.

“¿A mí?”

“Si. A ti, linda” he senses how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.

“¿Por qué yo, Enzo?” He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.

“Porque…” slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.

The way he looks at you. It must’ve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.

“No..” You brush away from him.

“Si… tal vez suene raro o no me creas… pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajas conmigo…” you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.

“¿Y por qué yo entre tantas diosas que están a tus pies?” You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you… that’s an answer.

He doesn’t like the way you are being too negative. But you don’t like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you don’t feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress.

“Fui al bar el sábado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reacciones” maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.

“Nada de eso significó algo”

“Si fue algo. Fue tu cuarteada en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mí. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigo…” again, he remains quiet.

“This is bullshit. Mira Enzo, he estado aquí desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te salió el amor por mí hoy” you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.

“Me has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocí. Pero tú no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra age gap, que podría ser un problema” you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag.

“Y eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. Sé que eres el amigo y novio perfecto. Pero mi intuición me dice que me vas a lastimar” he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does.

It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were the right burst of sunshine to lighten his weird mood swings.

But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.

“No te vayas, por favor” he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.

“Ya acabamos, no te preocupes.” You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.

The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.

…

You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.

You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasn’t meant to happen. Because he’s older, he’s got more experience, he had a very extended long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.

With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.

He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.

And maybe you’re just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.

Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, it’s Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.

You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.

Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.

You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. It’s a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.

“amiguito, pero creí que querías tapas. Este es un restaurante vegano” you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.

“Ay pues para ser fitness un día nada más, chica. ¿Ya vas para allá?” You roll your eyes, not that you didn’t like vegan food but you wanted tapas.

“Si, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadras” you send back, putting on your EarPods and route.

You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.

Until you arrive at the restaurant and you don’t spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.

It’s a cute place, and by the time you find a table, it’s already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.

When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.

He was wearing jeans, a random buttoned shirt and dark sunglasses.

Oh, fuck him. Of course he knew he looked gorgeous.

Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible.

Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.

“Oye, ¿por qué carajo no has llegado? ¿Y por qué Enzo Vogrincic está viendo el menú ahora mismo?” You send and he starts writing.

“Es que él es vegano…” he writes in text, which boils your blood.

“¿Y eso a mí qué chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sácame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que vea” you silently scream, lowering your voice.

“No puedo” that’s it, you’re going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.

You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.

Qué hijo de puta, y todavía te sonríe y todo.

“¿Y el Juani ya viene o no?” You ask, trying to sound confident.

“De hecho no va a venir” right, pinche Juani idiota, qué gran amigo y todo.

“That’s it. I’m leaving!” You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, when Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.

“No, vos te quedas. Mira, te traje estas” he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.

“Yo nunca le he dicho a Juani… ni a Matías cuáles son mis flores favoritas” you frown confused, grabbing them.

They’re beautiful.

“Tuve que buscar por mi cuenta” he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.

“¿Me zorreraste mi Instagram?” Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.

You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.

“Dejáme explicar todo…” slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.

But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.

“Pues ya que…” he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.

“Vos sabes quién te engañó. Le pedí que te hiciera venir a un lugar para encontrarme” your roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.

“Yo quería tapas”

“Dale, ahorita te llevo por tapas” Enzo says with a giggle. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.

“Lamento no haberte dado señales desde el inicio. Creí que con hacerle plática cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.” He confesses.

“Con todos sos un amor. Y conmigo… siempre seria y pues… llegué a pesar que no te agradaba” you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.

“Todo lo contrario…” you admit.

“Ya veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debía invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahí verte”

“Y ayer me atreví. Pero temo que tu reacción no fue la que buscaba” he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.

“Tú declaración tampoco fue lo que esperaba.” He nods, calming you.

“Ya lo sé, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar… como este”

“Quizá” you reason with him.

“Incluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. Así que solo sos tú… nadie más” you nod, looking back at the tulips.

“Están preciosas, gracias” you say lifting the boquete. Enzo smiles. So you know it’s time, you sigh.

“Yo también lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenía derecho de ponerme celosa, ni nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, fluya…” you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.

“No te voy a lastimar, nunca. Dejáme quererte, linda. Por favor….” he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.

“Yo solo quiero sentir lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad. ¿Me puedes dar eso?”

“Te voy a dar todo, pero más lo que vos quieras. Y si lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad es lo que querés…. Así será, linda” you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.

“Entonces todo bien, lindo” he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.

He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and it’s your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.

“¿Si vamos a ir por las tapas?” He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel what’s coming.

“Te voy a besar…” he warns before grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours.

“Te quiero” he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.

“Yo también te quiero” you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you don’t feel wrong about it.

Now it feels perfect. Like destiny changed and finally it was meant to be.

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update junio 2024: JAJSJDJJDDJ QUÉ MAMADAS ESCRIBÍA EN ENERO. LOL, QUÉ MAL, ENZO AÚN TE QUIERO MUCHÍSIMOOOO🩷

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Esteban Kukuriczka, Francisco Romero & Rafael Federman as THE STRAUCH COUSINS Adolfo 'Fito' Strauch, Daniel Fernández & Eduardo Strauch in LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE / SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023)

Los primos Strauch se encargan del trabajo más doloroso. El que nadie quiere hacer. Fito es quien elige los cuerpos que los tres cortan a escondidas, apartados de la mirada del resto. Así logran contener la locura de los que comen. The Strauch cousins handle the most painful job. The one no one wants to do. Fito chooses the bodies that the three cut up. Out of sight. Where the rest of us can't see. So that they keep the ones who eat from losing their minds.