You work at the salon with Daniella, Carla, and Cuca. You were always kinda left out, never noticed. Except for Usnavi. He’s always thought you were beautiful, funny, and smart. You hated working at the salon, you want to be a fashion designer. You and the girls walked into the Bodega. You grabbed a cola and a coffee as you leaned against the counter and tosses your notebook down in front of Usnavi. A sketch of your newest design was on the page. You’ve been doubting yourself recently and needed reassurance.

“I think that’s your best one yet.” Usnavi mumbles.