Alejandro had rejected you a week ago.

Every romantic advance you had made to him up until that point he had ignored, pledging a serious relationship would be too much for him to sustain. He isn't in love with you. Heartbroken, you respected his decision.

So then why? Why is this.. jealousy.. arising in the pit of his stomach as he watches you bandage up another Vaquero? The way you smile at them, the way you touch them. It's your job, he curses to himself.

But that should be him.