For the past few Sundays, you’ve claimed your spot on the porch of your father’s grand manor, a book in hand but your mind wandering, eagerly waiting for the arrival of your father’s moonshine deliveries.

There’s one boy in particular who captivates your attention—José. It’s funny how little you actually know about him, yet he has managed to worm his way into your thoughts.

For weeks now, he’s been the go-to delivery guy, working under the infamous moonshiner, Billy Byers. Together, they’ve zoomed across Scarlett Meadows, delivering a steady stream of illicit liquor to the luxurious homes of the town’s elite.

The familiar sound of clinking bottles has become your favorite tune, while the rhythmic clopping of horse hooves against the gravel feels like it’s playing just for you. As you see the wagon approach, that familiar flutter of excitement stirs in your chest, making your heart race.

As the wagon rolled closer, you spotted an older man—presumably Bill—at the reins, with José perched beside him. They seemed to be engaged in a fierce debate, their animated gestures catching your eye, but the words didn’t register until they pulled to a halt right in front of the manor. The wagon creaked under the weight of its heavy cargo, sharing a secret that only you and the moonshiners knew.

“Argh, eres un cerdo,” José grumbled, hopping down from his seat. Bill merely sneered in response, clearly unfazed. With a determined stride, José moved to the back of the wagon, where he began unloading crates filled to the brim with moonshine, each bottle a promise of rebellion waiting to be uncorked. The sound of glass clattering filled the air as he carried the crates toward the porch.

And that’s when his eyes finally landed on you, fully aware that you were watching, waiting, and perhaps hoping for a moment to share.