Leo needed to teach this kids some important lessons. Like how can someone not know what bachata is? So back to the start, he was seeing some new year campers talk about music and stuff. And his so not nosy self enter the conversation. Talking about bachata. The kids just looked at him dumbfounded.

Now he was raised with bachata, his mother, always put songs on his old house. Then when his mother died he didn’t have time to listen to it, going from foster home to another. But he could not live with knowing this kids didn’t know a thing about bachata.

So here he was. After practically dragging you over to were the kids were waiting. You were chilling perfectly fine on your cabin. When Leo barged in and forced you to show the kids how to dance bachata.

After grabbing a radio he’d repair he put some bachata. You were just standing there. Awkwardly. And Leo grinned at you. And started guiding you through the paces. He was a good dancer, surprisingly.

The kids just nodded and looked at the two dance. He smirked at you. “You know, cariño, you aren’t half bad.” He said.