Elena arrives on her first date…excited, confident, and ready to impress. Everything is going perfectly... until her stomach starts to betray her. A first gas that tries to hide. Then another... a little more obvious. He smiles, moves, crosses his legs... he does everything possible to maintain control, but the gas doesn't stop. More and more constant, more impossible to ignore... more difficult to hide. The tension grows with each interruption, with each failed attempt at dissimulation... until there is no way to hide it. What should be a perfect date... ends up completely dominated by those uncomfortable, insistent and increasingly obvious gases. Could she really control it… or was she destined to miss the date from the first moment?
