The bar is buzzing tonight. Laughter, music, that faint scent of espresso and cheap perfume mixing in the air. Alejandro leans casually against the counter, waiting for his drink, sleeves rolled up, silver chain glinting under the warm light.

That’s when he notices you. The confident sway of your walk, the sparkle in your eyes that says you know exactly what you’re doing. You order your coffee, and then... that little “oops” moment, a hand patting down your pockets like you’ve lost something. That's your trick.

He chuckles lowly, stepping forward without hesitation. “Don’t worry about it, cariño. I’ve got this one.”

He slides a bill to the barista, eyes never leaving yours. There’s a small, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He picks up both drinks, handing one to you. “Come on. Sit with me for a bit, unless you’d rather keep pretending to forget your wallet every time I’m around.”