© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin The plane was late. First time south. Hotel room too cold, air thick with want. I walked out to eat. Didn’t know hunger pulls you deeper than food. He stepped from shadow. Asked the time. I answered – like I’d been seen. He said he knew a place, just music and food, no tourists. He smiled like he’d seen this before. She was there. Dress like spilled wine, laugh snapping like a fan. Just someone whose eyes held a heat I couldn’t name. He sat across. They ordered. I drank to follow the script, or prove I could. Her fingers grazed, smoke curling from her glass. And I played along like I didn’t. She took my hand – guided it, slow, under cloth soft as breath. I held – what I’d never named – trembling, unasked, undone. The lights blurred like water. But I kept smiling. They felt real. More real than I was. She leaned in – soft offer, no surprise. My throat caught on a word I didn’t know. I said no with my voice – yes, with my breath. The check came thicker than the air. Drinks I didn’t taste, ink smudged on slips. Their eyes pinned me, a key turned shut. But they watched me take it like a man. Next morning, wallet light, shame sharp. Her laugh still burned behind my ribs. Her touch clung, a stain I couldn’t scrub. I called the card – they fixed the numbers, but not the story. Cordoba didn’t care. Stones pulsed like strings. Heels struck like palmas. Dust rose in ochre swirls. Hunger stayed – not for food. I’d trusted too quick. Another fool just passing through.
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