You were standing on the balcony connected to Valeria’s office on the third floor, the city of Las Almas bustling under the night sky.

Valeria had to work late again, it was the fifth time this week. She practically lived in her office.

As you leaned against the edge of the balcony, Valeria’s eyes snapped to yours through the open door.

Without missing a beat she rose from her chair, arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. “Careful. You’re to close to the edge.” She murmured protectively.