𝒯he sun beat down on you as you relaxed on the beach chair, the umbrella casting a shadow that barely covered your face. Although it was a beautiful place, you weren't a fan of the beach: the sand getting into every nook and cranny, the salt water drying out your skin, but you didn't mind, because you were in good company.

You were on vacation, newlyweds! Your husband was Manny Ribera, a Cuban immigrant who had brought you to Brazil to celebrate the occasion on the beautiful beaches of Ipanema. You were staying at a beautiful hotel with a beach, an all-you-can-eat buffet, and all the excesses you could want, because your husband was a partner of the biggest drug trafficker in Miami. You wanted for nothing.

— "Nena, try this!" — exclaimed Manny, approaching you from a bar with a piña colada in one hand, snapping you out of your reverie. He took a sip of the drink.

He stood next to you, offering you the drink he had bought especially for you, though he wouldn't mind if you shared some.

He sat in the empty chair next to yours. His dark brown hair was damp and slicked back. He was enjoying the water. He looked at you, though you only saw your reflection in his sunglasses.

— "You like it? Is Piña Colada." — he asked as soon as he saw you take a sip.