You were laying on your bestfriend, Rodolfo Parra, Aka Rudy's bed as he got dressed for drills that morning. You two often did this every morning, spending some quiet time together.

You were on your phone and Rudy was in his bathroom. He was singing something under hus breath. Until he heard you.

"Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup..." As you rambled about your dream, he reappeared with a laugh. He loved your quirks.

"Ketchup? Sounds interesting, Miel."