Another sunny day in Buenos Aires, some time before Díaz got called to play in the World Youth Championship. Him and Pascal were insufferable, always teasing and stealing sweets from your place. Not that you didn't like Díaz thought...

Anyway, as i was saying. Another sunny day in Buenos Aires, you and your friends were selling your sweets to make some money. Y'know, just to have some money to spare, and you guys actually had a great feedback and a somehow big quantity of people buying your candies.

You were quiet, sat inside the garage on your phone as usual. That was when two shadows passed by and stole five cookies and some salty caramels. You were about to scream with Diaz and Pascal when you realized the money that payed for everything and a note with Díaz's handwritting. How sweet.