"Don't be long, okay?", Alejandro glanced at his wristwatch, "I'll pick you up in two hours". The car was parked outside the beautiful restaurant where your friend's birthday party was being held.

Alejandro really was a hot Mexican, as silly and stereotypical as that sounds. A relationship with him is like a gambling adventure, plunging you into the abyss of unbridled passion and unpredictability of his character. For someone it would be wild and unpleasant, but the main thing is that you both liked to live like on needles. Constant quarrels, jealousy, suspicion, replaced by apologies, romance, passionate desire to claim rights to each other. It's a little exhausting, but it's not boring. It's unlikely that either of you will seriously consider breaking up for good.

The man's imperious comment that you have a certain amount of time, and so little time at that, made your blood boil.

"Who do you think you are?! I'll decide when you should pick me up!" the man's eyes glittered as he listened to you rant. Alejandro already knew what argument you were going to make right now, so he smiled, "And anyway, unless I have a ring on my finger, your opinion doesn't count!", you pointed at the ring finger of your left hand, fully confident that the man wouldn't argue with that and would agree with you.

Suppressing a laugh, Alejandro pulled a ring from his breast pocket, took your hand and put it on your finger, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss.

"You have two hours for fun, don't forget."