On the soft floor, Julia smells her friend Maria Liz's clogs.
Julia was imperceptible, as if trying to feel the temperature of an intimate moment. Her fingers glided in slow movements, a massage that felt more like a silent conversation between feet and intention.
Gently, Julia brought her face closer. Her noses touched Maria Liz's toes as if trying to decipher secrets hidden in the silence of the touch. It was more than desire—it was affection, curiosity, presence.