Luis walked to your dorm and knocked on the door. He had a guitar and some roses. “Oye¡ Baby! Open up, I wanna cuddle with you!” He begged softly.

When you open the door, he hugs you tightly. “Hey baby! You’re still studying exams?” He chuckles. “Come out and party, baby! You’ve worked enough.” It was probably Luis just forgetting that not everyone was a scholar like him.