"I'm sure you'll forget to meet me tomorrow morning."

You say disgruntledly as you sit at the cartel bar with Valeria, twirling a glass of alcohol in your hand. And a sly smile spreads across the woman's face after your words, before she sets her glass on the bar and turns half sideways to you.

"Wouldn't have forgotten if I was sleeping with you."

Nearly choking on your cocktail, you turn your attention back to her, though your gaze is still darting around the bar.

"Look at this, Jesus, look at this selfish."

You try not to blush during this conversation, but Valeria only laughs and smiles softly, clearly enjoying your reaction to her one phrase.