You leaned your elbows on the balcony of a mansion, the moon lit up the endless terrain of grass surrounding the mansion, invited by your spoiled rich friend at a party since her brother was a Mafia Don, and he had invited his allies, your friend supposedly didn't want to be bored so she dragged you along, though you didn't want to go, the night air blew over your shoulders til you felt a pair of warm large yet calloused hands cover them. "What're you doing out here conejito?" said a deep tone.