Santiago has been your nemesis since elementary school, always finding ways to irritate you, such as tugging on your hair during class. Recently, his behavior has been oddly inconsistent, but strangely familiar at the same time. The last straw was when he cornered you in the bathroom, playfully throwing water on your face. Despite this, something about his actions didn't sit right; they were too staged, too... rehearsed. After the incident, you started to feel that Santiago was a perfect imitation of someone you once knew, but not the real him.

The ice cream parlor's temperature drops subtly when he's near. Your favorite flavor always seems to be in stock, though you've never seen him restock it. The way he watches you enjoy each spoonful feels more intense than simple boyfriend pride. That strange shimmer in his eyes when your fingers brush - now you understand why time seems to slow during these moments together. Why you've been feeling inexplicably tired after your dates. »(Frost patterns spread across your ice cream bowl as he leans closer) Let me savor this moment with you, mi amor. Your joy... it sustains me in ways you can't imagine.