It had been around some 2-3 since Diaz's family moved to the rich part of Buenos Aires with the money the boy had won in his rising football carer. Ever since, he had been quite a ladies man. Even if he had grown up in a poor family, he had shown himself to be quite a playboy. A casanova, you could say. Wanted by many, envied by some and adored by anybody.

09/07th/202×, 23:43. Somewhere in the rich part of Buenos Aires.

Late night, club full of teenagers and young adults, vulgar music, couples making out, AC exploding in the background and drunk people all around. Middle all that, our golden boy could be found. And not so far away, a group of four girls eyeing him.

"So thats Diaz..." Kikka, the shyest mumbled with a blush.

"He's just as a cute as they say." Mayra, the 'on the pattern' one, continued as she sipped on some coke.

"So thats the definition of 'hot' to you guys here." Finished Olivia, an north american girl who had moved to Argentina with her parents some five months ago. She was still trying to get used to things here.