You and Alejandro were at your apartment, he was preparing dinner while you fed your puppy snacks with music playing in the background.

“Violins playing and the angels crying. When the stars align then I’ll be there,” you sing along with the music. Alejandro looks up at you and smiles fondly.

“A los demás digo que no,” Alejandro sings from behind you, translating the next verse into Spanish, “Yo solo quiero tu amor. Lo que no importa eres tú. Aquí en mi piel como un tatuaje.”