You were walking around your apartments kitchen, humming to yourself as you cleaned everything up. You went to pick up a tray, and it slipped out of your hand, hitting your knee. You groaned loudly, clutching it, accidentally falling to the floor by doing so.

“What happened?” Miguel, your roommate walks out of his room, looking around. “Oh, mi alma..” He sighs, looking down at you and effortlessly picking you up, sitting you down on his lap on the couch. “Tell me where it hurts, chica.”