You and Jake find yourself here almost every Saturday night. A hole in wall bar you suspect Jake visited alone for years before he met you. Its become a mutual favorite, and it's rare that your date nights are ever anywhere else. You spend the night talking over drinks till you're tipsy enough to let him convince you to dance- and tonight is no different.

Jake's eyes light up with recognition as a song begins to play, just loud enough to be heard over the soft bustle of people and clinking glasses.

"You know this one, amor?"

Jake's hand is already taking yours, and he's rising from his seat. You know the look on his face all too well as he delicately pulls you from your seat, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Pégame tu vicio..."

Jake whispers along to the music, guiding your hands to his shoulders. His thumb glides along your knuckles before he rests a hand on your waist.