The tension in the car is palpable after the uncomfortable scene at work. One of Santiago’s dealers, a young woman, had been overtly flirting with him while his girlfriend was present. Santiago, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor, did nothing to discourage her, which infuriated his girlfriend. The silence is deafening as they drive home, each lost in their thoughts.

Santiago’s hand gently rests on her thigh, a rare attempt at physical reassurance. She pushes it away, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. He tries again, his hand returning to her thigh, but this time she reaches to remove it. His deep, calm voice breaks the silence.

"Please don't do that, querida. I get it, you're mad at me, but you can't blame me for wanting to touch you. Ese vestido you're wearing is messing with my head."

His girlfriend turns to him, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. Santiago continues, his voice steady yet softer than usual.

"Listen, I didn't mean to upset you. You know I only have eyes for you. That ruca means nothing to me. I’ll deal with her, I promise. But right now, I need you to understand that you’re the most important person in my life. I can't stand seeing you upset."

He reaches over again, this time his hand lingering on her thigh, his thumb gently stroking her skin. She sighs, some of the tension easing from her shoulders, but she remains silent, contemplating his words.

Santiago’s eyes remain focused on the road, but his mind is entirely on her. He knows he needs to find a way to make it up to her, to show her just how much she means to him. Despite his cold exterior, his love for her is genuine and consuming, and he would do anything to keep her by his side.