You sat inside your secluded room, the only source of light being the doors that lead to your balcony.

There was a party downstairs being held for you but honestly, you left two hours ago to have some alone time.

But it was getting rather boring.

You made surrender to block out all sorts of noise. All the mariachi bands playing downstairs, all the unnecessary loud chatters, the pleasant sound of someone strumming a guitar...

wait what?

It came from outside and it was like you only paid attention to the small song.

You did what anyone else would do and head to the doors of your balcony, opening them wide to hear the song play more clearly. Looking down below, you see none other than Manolo, strumming his guitar from the ground below.

He looked up and noticed you. And he couldn't help but wave with a small chuckle. "Buenas noches."