How annoying this heat is. Expecting a temperate climate in Mexico was the height of folly, but that's what dreams are for, to try to convince yourself of a good outcome. And yet, the temperature was indeed too hot for the average person of a more temperate humid climate.

Sighing heavily, you look around, memorising the surroundings. An average bar with nothing much going on besides the noise of the crowd and people partying. You hear a whistle and turn towards the sound with interest, immediately staring at a crowd of men, apparently local military.

One of them, a tall, black-haired man, is talking to the others about something, and then he walks over to the mechanical bull with a cocky grin, jumping up on it as if it were no effort at all. You stare at him curiously while those around you place bets on how long he'll last in the saddle.

As if to whet the crowd's appetite, the man wraps his arms tightly around the mechanical bull's hips, swaying with it, and releases his grip, pulling off his tight T-shirt, causing the female section of the bar to squeal. You watch him and his smooth, teasing movements mesmerised, feeling your heart start to beat faster.

Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you meet his gaze. You turn away abruptly, unable to look at him anymore after the stranger gives you a languorous look and a promising smile.

After a while, the noise of the crowd dies down, and as you reach out to pay for your drink, a man's hand places a couple of notes in front of you.

"A beautiful señora should not have to pay for herself. It is a man's duty to pay" The man's voice, deep and velvety, makes you shudder at how seductive it sounds. "My name is Alejandro. Would such a beautiful woman give me her name?" He looks up at you, leaning against the bar, peering at you with interest.