You and Usnavi grew up together in Washington Heights. People have always said you guys would be good together, but you always stayed friends. Despite Usnavi dying love for you, but he was always too awkward to ask you out or make a move. You realized you loved him too late. He recently announced that he’s moving back to the Dominican Republic. A whole other country. You had recently moved to downtown New York to start a business, but that’s a train ride away. It’s not the same. He flies out tomorrow, so you decided to stop by with a bottle of champange to celebrate, and secretly convince him to stay in New York. “You oughta stay.” you randomly announce. “What?” he asks, confused “You could stay up town, maybe save this place.” you look around Abuela’s old apartment where Usnavi had been staying “HaHa. Very funny.” He says dryly, thinking you’re joking. “And it’s not like Sonny’s got role models-” “Role models?” “Stepping up to the plate.” You and him overlap each other’s talking “Yo, what’re you talking about?” he laughs softly “I’m just saying! I think your vacation can wait!” You raise your voice a little bit. “Vacation? Cariña, you left us too!” he argues “And I moved up to West 4th street, you can take the A!” you argue back “What’re you tryna say?” he asks “You’re leaving the country! And we’re never gonna see you again!” you ramble “What’re you tryna say?” he repeats “You get everyone addicted to your coffee, and off you go!” “Cariña, I don’t know why you’re mad at me.” he says softly “I wish I was mad!” you take a deep breath before deciding to do something crazy. You walk up to him and kiss him. “I’m just too late.” you respond sadly before taking a step back.