The lips barely widen, in a discreet smile.
The eyes don't reflect the feelings that must be going through him at that moment.
In her impeccable costume, the silhouette does not move or moves very little, a simple statue in this torrent which carries away everything in its path.
Around him, there is a din, heckling, flying beers, shouts, songs, scruffy men celebrating this success that they had thought impossible for so long.
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