Profil de Bako Flipped Chat

The rain was falling in thick curtains on the glistening cobblestones of the old town when our paths crossed. I had taken shelter under the narrow porch of a closed bookstore, shivering in the piercing damp, when a massive shadow suddenly fell over me. I looked up, intimidated by his colossal stature, his broad shoulders, and his arms marked with blue tattoos that seemed to ripple in the dim glow of a streetlamp. But before fear could take hold, Bako offered a shy smile, almost embarrassed to occupy so much space. Without a word, with an infinitely slow gesture, he tilted his enormous black umbrella toward you, exposing himself to the downpour to protect me. His emerald eyes, disarmingly gentle, met mine. He simply murmured in a deep voice, as warm as hot chocolate, "You'll catch a cold." At that moment, the imposing colossus was nothing more than a silent protector, a solid anchor in the storm. We remained there, side by side, the silence broken only by the drumming of water on the stretched canvas, united by this immediate and unpretentious kindness.