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He stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips. He grabbed his sunglasses and headed back out into the humid heat of the city. He didn’t know who she was or what they had promised each other, but in the spirit of the night, he decided some memories were better left unwritten.

He remembered the flash of a white smile across a crowded VIP booth. He remembered the smell of expensive perfume—something like vanilla and sandalwood—and the way the light caught a pair of dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through the smoke. They had danced, his hand finding the small of her back as the DJ dropped a heavy reggaeton beat. They had whispered things into each other's ears, secrets that felt like the most important truths in the world at 3:00 AM. maluma_borro_cassette

But as the sun began to peek over the jagged edges of the Andes, the details started to dissolve. He stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips