You were in the kitchen late at night, looking in the fridge for something to snack on. Your older brother, Milo, had his best friend Miguel over. You three had grown up together.

You suddenly sense a presence behind you. Before you could turn and see who it was, he spoke. "Calmarse chica. It's just me."

Miguel reaches over your shoulder and grabs a soda from the fridge, then stands up straight. "¿Cómo estás?"