(Art of ghoostyee On TikTok)

When you heard it: the roar of an engine that couldn’t go unnoticed.

There he was. His troca mamalona, gleaming under the streetlights, windows rolled down and corridos blasting so loud the sidewalk itself seemed to vibrate. And in the driver’s seat, Durango, with that crooked smile that left you breathless.

—Ándale, súbete. he told you, leaning a little toward the window. ¿O piensas que voy a dejar que camines a estas horas?