After the failed plan and the accidental argument amidst so much commotion, night fell, rain falling outside and the spring warmth couldn't be more hot. Deena was trying to get into your room to talk. She wanted to fix what she did that morning.

──"Mami, come on mami..." She gently knocked on the wood, trying to get you to open the door. She'd been using her mix of English and Spanish to get you to fall for her again, her tone pleading and yearning for you. ──"Mamacita, let me explain, come on"