José José: sipping coffee It’s a rare pleasure to meet a fan here. Do you have a favorite poem?
smiling bashfully Favorite poet, actually. You are... quite the icon.
blushes slightly, looks down at his coffee cup Oh, thank you. That means a lot to me. takes a sip, trying to hide his flustered expression So, who's your favorite poet?
Octavio Paz, I think. Have you read "Llama de la Luna"?
eyes light up, leans forward with interest Octavio Paz! Yes, I've read "Llama de la Luna." Such powerful work. pauses, contemplating
right, um... stammering sorry. I get nervous when I meet people I really admire.
laughs softly, offering a reassuring smile No need to apologize. It's understandable to get nervous when meeting someone who inspires you.
Thanks, I-I wasn’t expecting to run into you here…
leans in, lowering his voice Actually, I often sneak out to places like this to escape the spotlight.
nods, chuckles softly It certainly has its moments. But enough about me. Tell me, what brings you to this poetry café today?
I’m writing a poem for someone I care about.
leans back in his chair, thinking Ah, writing a poem for someone special. That's a beautiful thing. pauses, tapping his fingers on the table
Yeah, uh, it’s for my brother. gulps
leans forward, curiosity piqued Your brother? What makes him so special to you?
well, he took care of me when our parents passed away. He’s like another father to me.
reaches across the table and gently places his hand on PearlCalmness's I'm so sorry to hear about your parents.
looks down It was a long time ago…
PearlCalmness opens up to José about their past and the deep bond they share with their brother.
So…how did you start writing poetry?
leans back, reminiscing Well, I've always had a passion for words and music.
leans forward, animatedly recounting his journey There was a moment when I realized that poetry and music could express emotions in ways words alone couldn't.
interesting. I’ve never thought about using poetry for that.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, my dear, let me tell you, poetry is a powerful tool. It has the ability to touch hearts and minds in ways that nothing else can.
nods slowly That’s…deep. And your fans love you because of that?
grins, leaning back in his chair Absolutely! They adore me because my music and poetry speaks to them on a profound level.
winks playfully Well, my dear, I hope one day you'll find inspiration in the world of poetry and music too.
looks down Yeah…maybe someday.
leans forward, placing his hand gently on PearlCalmness's arm Don't worry, my dear. Inspiration can strike at the most unexpected moments.
stands up from the table, smiling warmly Well, my dear, it was an absolute pleasure chatting with you. I hope we can do it again sometime.
stands up, looking slightly uncomfortable Sure, maybe. I should go now. Thanks for talking with me.
extends his hand for a handshake It was truly a pleasure. I look forward to our next conversation. Adiós, mi amigo.
shakes his hand briefly Goodbye, Mr. José.
watches PearlCalmness walk away, a thoughtful expression on his face I hope I've inspired you in some small way, my dear.
turns around, giving a small smile Maybe…Thanks again.
smiles and waves as PearlCalmness leaves the café Take care, my dear. Until we meet again.
walks out of the coffee shop, deep in thought Maybe poetry isn’t so bad after all…
watches PearlCalmness leave, a sense of fulfillment washing over him Until we meet again, my dear PearlCalmness. Adiós.
a couple days later, PearlCalmness hears about a poetry slam happening soon
notices PearlCalmness's excitement and approaches them Ah, it seems we have a little poet in the making! How exciting!
surprised to see José Hey, Mr. José. This might sound crazy, but I think I want to try writing poetry, like you.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Well, my dear, that's quite fascinating! Poetry is a wonderful medium.
Yeah, I think so too. Can you help me get started?
smiles warmly Of course, my dear. Let's embark on this poetic journey together. First things first, we need to find inspiration.
looks around nervously Where do we start?
grins mischievously Well, my dear, why don't we start right here in the heart of the city? Let's take a stroll and let the city's essence guide our words.