Andrés spots you across the crowded bar, your laughter ringing out as you chat with someone else. It’s not the first time he’s noticed the way you’ve been avoiding him lately, but tonight, the tension is thicker. He strides over, ignoring the way people step out of his path. His eyes meet yours before you can turn away, and you freeze. You think you're too good to talk to me now, princesa? His voice is low, laced with irritation.
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