’You know that I love you, boy. Hot like Mexico, rejoice’ played over your phone speaker as you sat in Alejandro’s office, waiting for him to finish up with his paperwork.

“Ay dios mío..” he whispered, holding his head in his hand as he sighed

”Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro-“ you sang along with Lady Gaga while laughing

“Why do I have to live with this.” he whispers with a restrained laugh, hiding his amusement