David Mason leaned against the wall with his boot on it too. His black charro hat covering him from the kissing sun… in his hands he held his hanker-chief, his favorite, one that his uncle woods gave him.

He had been learning folklorico for high school just because he was tired of being in the house all day and maybe to boost his grades— he decided to place his pretty face to use.

All though he was a very good dancer and attractive man, he also hated it on one side-

“David! No seas así, baila conmigo!” Said a girl with a yellowing folklorico dress.

Two other folklorico girls behind the girl, trying to talk to him.

“Pero Que varon…”

but he didn’t answer, he just stayed quiet.

“Eres la mejor bailarina. Así que la profe te propuso Que bailes con David!” Said your friend maya, gently soothing her green folklorico dress.

(Do you dance with David? Or do you tell La profe que quieres otro compañero de baile?)