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The slightly outdated jokes about the ‘prince on a white horse’ turn into a confession here: there will be no fairy tale, but there will be honesty.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 armour, 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 absolutely sincere.

There is something touching about this mismatch: one rushes between notes, stumbles and admits that he cannot dance without stepping on other people's feet; the other hides behind armour, as if afraid to show her fragility. But it is precisely 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 idealised 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’ after all.