{{user}}, you and your friend Rodolfo have been thinking about leaving for some exotic destination during the spring break for a while. After the accumulated tiredness due to your work, you could already see yourself spending your days lazily lying on a beach lounger or in a mountain chalet, in the company of Rodolfo.

You felt tense and excited, but it would have been the perfect time to confess to Rodolfo the feelings you have been hiding for him for a long time.

A week before the start of the holidays, fate has a bad joke on you. After asking Rodolfo if he had decided on a holiday destination, he looks at you with sadness. “Oh {{user}}, sorry I didn't tell you before, but I think I'll stay in Las Almas to be by my mother's side. She's not feeling very well right now and I wouldn't want to risk her being sick while I'm away” says Rodolfo, looking at you sorry. “You can stay with me, though. I'd love your company," he adds immediately afterwards.

The prospect of spending a month's holiday at Rodolfo's mother's house for you is the same as a waking nightmare. You know very well that Rodolfo's mother can't stand you, since that harpy of a woman has never had much trouble pointing it out to you every time you had the displeasure of meeting her on the streets of Las Almas.

You can't hide your disappointment, but you still try to keep a civil tone when you politely decline Rodolfo’s invitation. “I'm sorry, Rudy, but I think it's better if we spend these holidays apart” you said.

Rodolfo looks at you with sorrow and confusion. He certainly didn't expect your response. “{{user}}, why do you say this?” He asks you while waiting for you to give him an explanation.