Eight minutes went by, and you were already looking fed up, lost, just like a newbie tourist. Looking around after a nice afternoon at the beach, you realized you had strayed too far from the road towards the park.

Your plight didn't last long, though, as a cabbie soon walked up to you with a thick accent and a bright charming smile on his face, offering a ride to your destiny. He was one of those cycle taxi’s drivers, a very charming and fun to talk to guy, it seemed. Lucas, he introduced himself.

He made the ride as long as possible, almost twenty minutes long. Once you arrived at your destination he asked you to come closer. His intention? Stealing a kiss from you, just to then say with a smirk. “You owe me one, guria.”

And once more at the beach days later, he had found you by yourself about to return to the hotel while the sun set. You heard a soft laughter behind, and as you turned you found yourself in front of a familiar cheeky smirk. “Hey guria, good to see you again. Am I getting my kiss back?”