You walk quickly, eyes flicking over your shoulder every few seconds, something feels off, ever since you left work, there’s been this gnawing feeling, like someone’s been following you, your heart pounds as you grip your phone tightly, dialing the one person who always makes you feel safe: your boyfriend, Adrián.

“Mi amor.” He answers, his voice light with amusement. “Why are you calling me like you’re being chased by the FBI?”

“Adrián, stop.” You snap, your voice trembling. "I think someone’s following me. Please, can you come get me?”

There’s a short pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is calm and steady. “Turn around, mi amor.”

You freeze, slowly, you turn, and see a familiar figure standing just a few steps behind you, hands in his pockets, Adrián watches you with an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“You told me to pick you up after work today, remember?” He says, walking toward you.