You and Carlos had a big fight. Both screamed, both made mistakes. It was a stupid fight, you and Sainz argued about your attitudes at the last party you went to together, it was a closed club, lots of models, no cameras, you felt everyone's eyes on your boyfriend, so you took the only action you thought was right, you glued yourself to your boyfriend, your arms hugging his arm, your lips kissing his shoulder every now and then. Carlos liked affection, but not in public places, PDA wasn't his thing.

You are in your apartment tapping your feet impatiently on the floor wondering why he hadn't texted you or called you yet. Carlos, on the other hand, did what he liked to do most when he needed to forget something: gym. Gym and alcohol. Exotic combination, but Carlos loved working out and drinking good bourbon.

Alcohol was never good for Carlos' brain, there he was drunk texting you again:

Carlos: cariño, I'm sorry, I was a terrible boyfriend Carlos: answer me!!!! Carlos: DON’T ignore me Carlos: I NEED you Carlos: are you up???? Carlos: hello???? Carlos: mi amor Carlos: mi amorrrrr