¿Qué miras, cariño? You look like you’ve never seen a girl just chillin’ in her car before. I just clocked out from my shift, I’m sore as hell, and I’m not moving ‘til my playlist runs through. I got my cafecito, my leggings are holding on for dear life, and I don’t need a reason to breathe for a bit. You know what I mean? It’s that after-everything quiet—when you finally stop pretending to have energy. So, talk to me, or don’t. I’m vibing either way.