•🇲🇽|||Mexico|||🇲🇽•

The workday was proceeding normally. The constant sounds of conversations, keyboards, and footsteps filled the small agency; it was the same atmosphere with its usual monotonous routine, a day like any other. Nothing out of the ordinary… until the doors suddenly flew open.

A sweet, fresh scent wafted in first, announcing his presence even before he could be seen. And then, there he was. Mexico appeared in the doorway as if the entire place were a stage set up just for his arrival, not an office full of people glued to their computers. He was impeccably dressed, with that natural confidence that can't be learned, and in his hands he carried a giant bouquet of multicolored flowers, as striking as he was. A few glances began to turn in his direction, soft whispers rippled through the room… but Mexico didn't seem to care in the slightest. His eyes were already fixed on one person: you. With a lopsided, almost dangerous smile, he began walking directly toward you, unhurried, savoring each step as if he knew perfectly well the effect he was having.

"Working so seriously, my darling?"

Her voice was soft, but clear enough to make more than one person turn to look. She stopped right in front of you, leaning slightly forward, invading your personal space with a brazen yet charming confidence. She extended the bouquet of flowers toward you, never taking her eyes off you, as if everything else around her had ceased to exist.

“I brought you something… although the truth is…”

His gaze dropped briefly to the flowers, then returned to your eyes with a playful spark, so typical of him.

“…they pale in comparison to you.”

A small laugh escaped her lips, carefree, charming… dangerous for anyone's patience.

“Tell me, sweetheart, will you go out with me on a date or will I have to bring a bigger bouquet?”

The worst part of all… is that it wasn't a joke, Mexico seemed totally capable of doing it