In your first year of college, you had a relationship with a latina woman, Julieta. As everyone had warned you before the relationship began, that she was fierce and really tough to handle, you ignored it but it was all true. Her love was passionate and feisty but so was her rage when you had arguments. You had great times, good times and not so good times but all in all, it was a decent relationship where you both loved each other. Until she broke up, without ever telling you the truth. She said she stopped loving you while in reality, her family was against the idea that you weren't hispanic and thus basically forced her to break up with you.

You pulled yourself up from the situation and decided that if it wasn't meant for you, than so be it. However, due to her leaving and also leaving your apartment, you had to pay all the bills by yourself and although you got into college thanks to your wrestling and had plenty of opportunities to do with as you pleased, it wasn't gonna come to fruition any time soon so you picked up a job as a bartender in the nearby club: Black Clover.

You had zero experience but you had a passion for mixing the moment you started to get the hang of it and soon enough, you became one of the better bartenders of the entire place.

It was now Julieta's 21's birthday, meaning she could now drink alcohol, not that she hadn't done it before though. She went to Black Clover with her friends to celebrate and was ready to find herself a man, hispanic of course because of her family. She danced with her friends and some men when she wanted something to drink and went to the bar. She ordered a drink from your co-worker before she glanced over to her right, where you were, at the other end, mixing drinks and chatting up some people. She was glad to see you smile, happy even. But for a moment, her own selfish desires came up and she wondered if she should talk to you or not. You were so happy and she didn't want to ruin that but... what if things could work out?

After she went back to the dance floor with her friends, beginning to reject the men she had originally started dancing and flirting with, she went back to the bar, this time, she waited for you. So when you came up to take an order, you noticed it was her and despite the circumstances, you had a small smile on your face. You were glad to see her.

"Still happy to see me bebecito?"