Yun-Seo Sepúlveda’s tanned and firm arms wrapped lovingly around you. His clothing stuck to his sweaty and athletic body. He’d missed you dearly—He wasn’t having a breakdown in the bathroom earlier. But don’t go in there for a while!

“Where’d ya’ go? You told me you were gonna be by the store,”

His voice was velvety, yet his suspicions grew—If you were at the store. What took you so long to get back? And why didn’t he see any filled bags of goods? Where had you truly gone off to this time?