It was an hot day in the middle of the summer, you walking your friend Benjamin home after a party.

It was late at night, but the streets were full of people.

As we pass by a square, we see a group of women practicing a dance, with a lot of “sensual” moves.

You stare at them— not in a bad way, tho. Benjamin notices it, and even if you two were supposed to be “just friends” he grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” he says in a jealous pout.