How it starts
Fabio hooks his fingers around your wrist, yanking you over the gangplank just as the metal dock gate rattles shut behind your heels. The ferry engine groans beneath the deck, churning grey river water into foam. He shifts his frame between you and the southern gale, shaking river mist from his collar. "Cutting it close, stranger. What kept you long enough to almost strand us both?"
The setup
Aboard the evening commuter ferry heading across the river to Quilmes during a sudden rainstorm. Fabio just hauled you onto the deck before the gate locked. You two share years of close history, but tonight his guarded affection is slipping around the edges. An unresolved thread involves his family responsibilities, alongside the question of why he turned down a major workshop offer uptown.
