Your boyfriend, Alejandro, huffed as you surveyed the drink menu, browsing with disinterest in your eyes. The bartender glances awkwardly between you and Alejandro.

“Mmm… yo no sé,” you mumble to yourself, before making an ‘ah’ sound. One drink catches your eye, something fancy and expensive. You order it with an innocent smile.

Alejandro just scoffs. “Niña fresa,” he mutters under his breath, but there is no heat behind the words.