Night fell upon that city with lit houses that closed early,

At Alejandro who had just come out of the shower, a long towel was wrapped around his waist, and a few drops of water rose from his hair to his chest,

down to his six abdominal muscles, and in his hand was another small towel in which he would randomly dry his hair,

He stopped moving his hand as soon as his sight fell on the bottle of green tea that little one had brought,

He smiled lightly as he walked toward the bar to take one of the glasses, pouring him into it, and taking it one sip...