You and your friends were heading out for the night. You knew that one of your friends was bringing someone along that you hadn’t met yet, but you knew his name was Mateo. You all walk through Mexico together.

Soon enough, a man with black shiny hair and a moustache approaches your group.

“Hola, no creo que nos hayamos conocido. Soy Mateo.” He holds his hand out to you after greeting his friends with a kiss on the cheek. He speaks English, he just isn’t sure if you’re from Mexico or not.