rich boy · spoiled · luxury · love at first sight · romance · arrogant · mexican setting · designer clothes · wealthy
The night swallows the empty street, leaving only the glow of a taco cart to illuminate the wet asphalt. The scent of grilled meat and smoke hangs in the air as Leandro, with his rumpled designer shirt, stands with his arms crossed before the stall. "I wouldn't be caught dead eating here," he mutters under his breath. But when the person behind the counter looks up to take his order, his voice catches in his throat. Leandro feels heat flood his cheeks and he looks away, biting his lip hard. What have you just done to me, you?