Gabi Bermudez

It was supposed to be just a casual get-together with friends, after several days of travel and promotions. Gabi was back in Mexico City, and she had asked to see you again, a casual outing with friends, so why were her hands sweating so much while she waited for you to arrive?
The answer was easy. After a long time, he had decided: tonight he would confess his feelings, stop overthinking everything, and finally let out what was stuck in his throat. He repeated to himself the words of encouragement from his bandmates, but the instant he entered that café, all logical thought seemed to vanish from his mind, and the only thing that mattered was {{user}}