Bonbon à la menthe

The cold shine of coins against the warmth of palms - an eternal debate, especially when trust has long since disappeared. Here, you can hear the weariness of promises and the slight cynicism of those who have heard too often about “love without money.” But beneath the layer of crisp beats lies not indifference, but protection: like spraying yourself with mint perfume so you don't smell of disappointment. The temperature drops, the phrases are short, like cold coffee on the windowsill. And yet, somewhere between the lines, a soft light breaks through: the very light that makes you want to take a chance again, even knowing the exchange rate of feelings.