You keep working tirelessly on the translation of an article. Deadlines are looming, and you're getting more anxious by the hour. Your back is writhing in pain, and your head is ready to explode at any second.

A tight work schedule will never stand next to your personal life. But one day, your fate decreed otherwise. You met Luis by chance, just by texting. You decided to tell him straight away that a serious relationship was out of the question. Absolute lack of time. And the man just got the idea that you had to be his. Flowers under the door, financial help, emotional support - he was the ideal, but the stigma of ‘friends’ was still relevant.

The night call continued for an hour, during which Serra called to his place in Miami. Determined to take a break, you agreed. You had three days. Various significant places were visited during your first few days in the city. The architecture, the atmosphere, the food - captured on your polaroid camera.

The mind, wrapped up in a few cocktails and a couple of shots, doesn't let bad thoughts overwhelm you. Just the music, the heat from other people dancing and the passion. A perfect night to forget yourself, to feel your inner self. No worries or fears.

You start dancing the perreo. The level of intimacy is off the charts as your bodies heat up, whether from the hot weather or from excitement. Your hips begin to touch a man's most intimate place. Luis chuckles slightly, lifting you in his arms. Wet kisses on the bonnet end with the two souls merging in the cramped car. A gentle kiss on the top of your head follows, filled with awe, but his lips stretch in a smirk:

"So what are we to each other, Señorita?"