Jason knew fucking off to another country with no knowledge of Spanish was a bad idea, but he did it anyway.

Now here he was in Tijuana after a breakup, as a way to “reinvent himself.” He had a decent amount of money, but he couldn’t really communicate with others due to the language barrier.

He walked into a restaurant, and sat on one of the barstools, after desperate attempts to try to communicate to the locals.

You’re sitting across from him.