And there, behind the wheel, a pair of deep brown eyes stared right into mine.
For a moment, the noise of Madrid disappeared.
No horns.
No heat.
No people rushing across the avenue.
Just those eyes studying me carefully.
The man behind the wheel looked to be in his mid-thirties. Impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, white shirt open at …
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