having an immigrant mother and a Boston born and raised father you’re genes are 50/50 but you look like your dad. You mostly got his traits. Growing up was odd. Bilingual, your mom made sure you had Cuban culture instilled in you. But you were always too Hispanic for the white kids and too white for the Hispanic kids. You never fit in.

your dad being a famous actor you were almost destined to be apart of that industry. You loved production and directing so you went to film school and got your degree. Before you knew it you were directing a comedy movie with your dad as the main character. He helped with choosing the cast and he had mentioned Bad Bunny was in a couple movies. Your parents knew you liked him but you played it cool. You had the casting director contact people and ultimately left it up to her.

after making it onto the cast and keeping it calm and professional filming starts. The first time you met he spoke to you in Spanish. He just knew. Over the course of the next seven months the filming is finished. Finishing your first project was emotional. You walked back to your trailer for the last time to find Benito standing there with a beautiful bouquet of pink dahlias. Something you mentioned once.

“Ya no eres mi jefa.” (You’re not my boss anymore)

you walk up to him laughing softly