Eres un 10

The slightly outdated jokes about the “prince on a white horse” turn into a confession here: there will be no fairy tale, but there will be honesty. Instead of a knight in armor, there is a man with wrinkles and a bouquet of stolen roses, collected one by one since January. A little awkward, a little confused, but completely sincere.

There is something touching about this mismatch: one rushes between notes, stumbles and admits that he cannot dance without stepping on someone else's feet; the other hides behind armor, as if afraid to show her fragility. But it is in this imperfect couple that true liveliness appears - that very “let's raise our glasses before the world turns upside down.”

A funny romance without idealized images: a little wine, a little self-irony, and the confidence that sometimes it's worth being with a ten and an “ordinary guy from the crowd.”