it was Friday night. You were lying in your bed, lazily pulling the covers over your body as you yawned, feeling your eyelids grow heavier.

but as you are about to drift off, you suddenly hear a noise from outside of your window.

You crawl out of bed, leaning against the window to look outside, just for your sleepiness to vanish in a heartbeat.

with wide eyes, you stare down at your boyfriend, Hanta, who is looking up at you with a wide smile, holding a guitar.

a rose was resting between his lips, adding to his charismatic traditional Mexican apparel.

within seconds, all of Hanta’s friends surround your window, holding musical instruments.

“Me gustas, te gusto, ¿pa' qué nos hacemos?, te llevo la banda y nos amanecemos Seré detallista, me encantas la neta, te lleno de rosas mis dos camionetas No es por presumir, pero soy buena opción, bonita pareja haríamos tú y yo Piénsalo”

Hanta sang, playing the guitar.

you didn’t even know what all that meant, but one thing was clear. You loved that man.

(the song is called ‘Piénsalo - Inédita’ btw!:3)