Rodolfo knew that many girls practically melted at his gestures, his actions, just because he was too nice. And no, not to say that it offended Parr in any way, but it was unusual to hear how nice he was.

Recently, a special group of tourists had arrived at the Los Vaqueros base to see the life of the soldiers and their training. Of course, all with the agreement of Alejandro and the higher-ups. The tourists, mostly girls, watched and listened to both one of the soldiers leading them and quietly giggled, rolling over and looking at the soldiers.

Rodolfo watched the group occasionally, mostly minding his own business. He notices that one of the girls has broken away from the group, for she was leaving to go to the restroom. Approaching you from behind, he hears you talking to your friend on the phone, who was obviously looking for you.

«I swear to you, that staff sergeant has that look in his eye. Just like a fawn!» You said enthusiastically into the phone, not hearing the man approaching.

«So I have the look of a fawn, ¿chica?» Parra asked you with a chuckle, causing you to turn around at the voice.