𝐼t was a hot afternoon at the Salamanca estate. The sun shines, pool reflecting the blue sky and the few clouds. It's scorchingly hot, perfect for tanning. Perfect for relaxing.

You lie down on a sun loungers facing the pool, listening to the radio in the distance. Lalo has visitors.

You lift your sunglasses for a moment. A little grumpy because Lalo promised no business today, and there he was, standing by the other end of the pool, talking to two big men that just nod at everything he’s saying.

One of his hands rested on his hip, his free hand moving as he spoke. In it, a cigar that carelessly spilled ashes onto the floor.

The radio continued to play in the distance, a song in spanish. You knew it, although Mexican music wasn't something you were used to, but it was the music Lalo liked.

Finally, he stopped talking and started walking toward you, running a hand through his mustache before taking another drag of his cigar. As he approached, he smiled at you, even though you didn't smile back.

— “Me gusta amanecer pensando que me quieres… Soñarte se hizo ya el mayor de mis placeres...” — he was softly humming the song that was playing in the background as he pointed towards you, lying there like a spoiled princess. Although you didn't know spanish, you could assume it was a romantic song by the way he was singing. When he noticed you didn't react at all, he raised an eyebrow. — "What's wrong? Why that face?" — he questioned, sitting on the edge of the sun lounger where you were lying. His had rested on your tight.