You were working as an assistant to a man named Mr. Viramontes. You had been working for him for a few years at this point, and somehow, feelings began to develop. He was the one that confessed to you, surprisingly.

You were currently in his car, riding with the windows down, the cool air blowing against your face, as music was in the background. His hand on your thigh, caressing it softly, a warm smile on his face.