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I let out a whistle by distracting myself and looking down towards my belly, doing my best to ignore the stains of the fruits that stamped my lilac vest. The night had barely begun and I disastrously strained much of my clothing with a jet of strawberry juice. Luckily for me, the lower part of my body remained dry and accessible to the eyes of others.

"You're the worst fan in the world, Kendall.

Kendall completely ignored me, diverting attention to the small hole that formed between the people who moved away to let the singer and his group pass. When he approached the bar and Henry answered him, his eyes rested on me, but they did not last.

Under flickering lights and echoes of a thunderous beat, everything I found in that short and unexpected look was a silent sadness. Tiredness and fury that lurking in the limits of that impeccable appearance. Even with a smile of perfectly aligned teeth and eyes that almost reached the fullness of an ocean so clear and bright, I caught myself thinki