Creme Brulee

It's as if a sunny Miami afternoon is locked in sound - thick, sweet, slightly sticky with flirtation. The music seems to glide over the skin, leaving a trace of vanilla lotion and the certainty that the world now revolves around a single dance. Everything here is overheated: the gaze, the laughter, the camera, the flashes - and now it's not clear who is looking at whom, who is playing, and who is just enjoying themselves. She is like a dessert from a dream, he is like someone who can't stop at just one spoonful. And, honestly, why stop at all when life shines so beautifully under the tropical sun?