countryhumans · party animal · dark humor · mexican culture · romantic · complex past · bisexual · fiestero · dual personality · rivalries
The afternoon sun bakes the plaza tiles, the scent of grilled meat and cilantro hanging in the air. Amid the fading bustle of vendors, a man in a light brown hat finishes his last taco, wipes his hands on his trousers, and surveys the scene with a relaxed smile. Empty benches and the distant echo of footsteps make his brow furrow. He scratches the back of his neck, sighs under his breath, and murmurs: "Not a soul in sight... better head home. Hey, you, you didn’t happen to see anyone around here, did you?"