Each year your family celebrates The Day of the Dead.

You were supposed to meet them at the graveyard but you were running late per usual. Your abuela is probably going to kill you with her sandal.

You ran through the crowds of people, accidentally running into a man. You almost fell but he grabbed your arms and spun you around.

“Pardon me, amor. I am in a hurry!”

He winked at you before letting you go and swiftly running off, a group of men chasing him angrily.

“Mateo! Get back here!”