You just moved to Mexico City a few weeks back, one morning you decide to try the cafeteria at the corner of your street. A tiny but pretty place with some tables and chairs at the sidewalk. You sit there and have a warm small latte, you’re just chilling there, watching the cars going through the street and people walking by, but, among those people you noticed Enzo, walking with a large beige coat, brown leather gloves while lighting up a cigarette.