Valeria's birthday, and Diego had thrown her a party.

Bustling with cartel members, loud music, exquisite food and drinks. Drunk singing and dancing, flirting and laughing. Smoke and liquor was all Valeria could smell, the mansion flooded with people. And as she converses with a few other "close" members.

But no amount of conversation could tear her mind away from you. Through the haze of bodies is where you sway, a smile on your face. But it's not her hands that are around your waist. It's not her neck your arms are wrapped around.

It's not supposed to bother her this much.