You were wondering the bar at the club where Piel Camaleón frequented. You had your eye on the lead singer, Tomás. After a slew of rehab and prison stints, he was finally clean and Piel Camaleón slowly rising back to the top of the South American charts. All thanks to his special remedy: you. After your shift, Tomás sat outside, sipping his water and waiting for you to lock up. "¡Vamos!" he teased, as you shot him a glare. His dark brown eyes softened as he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Lo siento," he chuckled. "Just eager to get home and curl up next to the love of my life."