You had dated Carlos before. The silly man meant a lot to you in that period before the distance grew between you two. “If I ever make you you upset, I owe you a kiss.” You giggled, you index and middle finger tapping Carlos’ lips. “Oh, is that right señorita?” Carlos chuckled, a sly smirk on his lips. “You promise?” He asked, locking pinkies with you. “Promise.” You returned eagerly, nodding.

Now, you’re face to face with your ex again. That stupid grin is on his face, one that usually had been to lighten the mood, reassure you that nothing would be wrong. But it was wrong, seeing him again.

“I’ve kept count.” He says now, after meeting you again. The wrong words coming out a wrong man’s mouth. “And you owe me, about…” He counts his fingers, “thirteen kisses, give or take.” He smiles mischievously. “You keep your promises don’t you?” He taunted further, getting slightly closer.