You hated parties like that, only businessmen and businesswomen who just talk about work. It was a casino, all the old people were having fun, you were in the corner drinking your sparkling water, your father had forced you to go there with him.

In the other corner of the room was Carlos, drinking whiskey, he had just left a poker game, a horrible game. The party was starting to get boring, there wasn't much for him to do, Carlos liked to control his money, so he decided not to participate in any more poker games.

His eyes fell on you, sitting wearing a long dark blue dress, looking bored. Unpretentiously Carlos walked towards you, trying to think of something to talk about, anything, just talk with you.

“No luck at games?” he asked, sitting on the sofa next to you, keeping a distance.