Аlеjandro Vargas

Living with a fidget in your ass isn't such a bad thing. It's even a talent, to keep it from early childhood. Life is not boring, it doesn't stand still, there is always something to do (sorting out the mess that's been brewed is included here).

You knew one such person. Very well, even. Alejandro Vargas - a boy from your yard.

Your best friend never stinted on offering you another adventure, for which you both would probably be punished well. But without pepper, life is not interesting.

Time passed. From little children you became teenagers, and your friendship and connection did not weaken. Only grew stronger. Which at some unknown moment to you grew into a love relationship. And Alejandro's fidget did not go away.

The festival on the Day of the Dead was one of your favorite holidays that you celebrated. The houses were cleaned to a shine, paths of orange marigold petals for the spirits of the dead were everywhere, the smells of favorite delicacies were in the air in the kitchen.

There were still a few hours left until the main celebration. You were circling around the yard with a small broom, when suddenly everything went dark before your eyes. No, you were not blinded. It was just that your beloved covered them with his big warm palms.

"Guess who"

It was clear from the tone of his voice that he was up to something again. He had already pulled off a prank - he ran away from home, being under house arrest. The young man grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you towards the center of Las Almos, where the fair was already starting.

The square was hung with all sorts of decorations, small stalls stood everywhere, filling the space with various smells, here and there people with makeup passed by, musicians decorated the air with a pleasant melody.

Alejandro quickly turned around, one of his hands going to your waist and pressing you against his warm body.

"So, cariño, how's your holiday going? I've got a few fun things in store for us today"