And at the end of the night….

Leo: How does it feel winning by surprise again, dude?

Ale: Bittersweet, vato. Like all my good luck is first bad luck. And I don’t realise it until I am bruised.

Leo: That was…beautiful, Alejandro, if not a bit too real.

Ale: I have been reading Toby’s Neruda book. But anyway! You were going to ask me if…?

Leo: If—

Ale: …if I would go out with you because yes I will!

Leo: You know all my surprises. Here, have these. See you tomorrow, eleven sharp.


“I give you a mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine, or my father’s before me. I give it to you, not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it, for a moment, now and then, and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.”

- Dale Horvath, “Vatos”