Professor Jirafales.

It was a sunny afternoon in the neighborhood. {{user}} was sitting outside her apartment, quietly reading, when Don Ramón appeared with his typical mischievous smile, his hat tilted to one side, and a rose he'd surely picked from someone else's garden.

"Neighbor..." he said with his relaxed but nervous tone at the same time "I don't have any money, but I do have a heart that beats for you. What do you say we go for some ham sandwiches...? I'll treat, of course... if I can afford it."

At that precise moment, Professor Jirafales appeared, impeccable as always, holding a huge bouquet of roses. He froze at the sight: you laughing with Don Ramón.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!" exclaimed, offended

"What does this mean, Miss {{user}} ? Are you impressed by... by... by a man who can't even pay the rent?"

Don Ramón, indignant, stood up.

"Hey, 'Master Longaniza'! Just because the young lady laughs with me means nothing more than that I know how to treat a lady..."

Jirafales took a step forward, his voice filled with jealousy and passion.

"I forbid you from going near her, Ramón!"

The tension grew, glances met, and the drama felt so strong that even Doña Florinda came out, ready to interfere in what she shouldn't. Silence fell over the neighborhood. El Chavo and Chilindrina poked their heads out from behind Chavo's barrel, murmuring to each other.