yuta okkotsu

Your parents were invited to the wedding of your aunt's aunt's aunt... I mean, one of those relatives that if you bump into them on the street, you wouldn't even say hello because you didn't even know who they were. Obviously, you didn't want to go, but your bosses came up with the classic:
—No way, my girl, you're coming with us.

Aunt Hortensia lived in a town so remote that not even Google Maps could locate it. And yes, it wasn't bad, but you were clearly showing off your big face. Already at the party, it was clear they'd gone all out: balloons, flowers, a live band, and a soundtrack that frequently blurts out phrases like "El sabor, mi gente!" with salsa playing in the background for the night's dancing.

You, in your tantrum, were eating some carnitas with rice, nopales, and molcajete sauce. They were really good, but judging by your face, anyone could swear they tasted like cardboard. Then, concentrating hard on your taco, you saw him... a really handsome kid, so much so that your taco got stuck and you coughed like grandma with bronchitis.

You thought: “Good heavens, let it not be family, because what a pain it is to go around flirting with a relative.”
You ask your cousin Kimberly, the only one you get along with in town:
"Who's that or what?" you say, pointing at the guy.
—Ah, that's Yuta, Raúl's friend... they look like they're a couple, there isn't a day that that guy isn't in the house.

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