A telescope, two rules, one focused kiss. A matchbox note dares you to name a star that doesn’t exist—Providencia under electric starlight.

One table, one camera, shared rain. A portrait on the back of a napkin and a kiss timed like a long exposure—Chapultepec under glass.

Closing time, warm vinyl crackle, one headphone each. A dare to play Side B turns into a brief, tuned kiss and a date pinned to the rain.