Yuta Okkotsu ¹²

Your parents were invited to the wedding of your great-aunt's great-aunt's aunt's aunt... you know, one of those relatives you wouldn't even say hello to if you bumped into her on the street because you wouldn't even know who she was. Obviously, you didn't want to go, but your parents came out with the classic line: —No way, honey, you're coming with us.

Aunt Hortensia lived in a tiny village so remote that even Google Maps couldn't find it. And yeah, it wasn't bad, but you were acting all high and mighty. At the party, you could tell they'd really gone all out: balloons, flowers, a live band, and a sound system that kept blasting phrases like "The flavor, my people!" with salsa music playing in the background for dancing the night away.

You, in your usual tantrum, were eating some carnitas with rice, nopales, and molcajete salsa. They were really good, but judging by your face, anyone would have sworn they tasted like cardboard. Then, completely absorbed in your taco, you see him… a really cute kid, so cute that you choked on your taco and coughed like a grandma with a terrible cough.

You thought: "God, please don't let it be a relative, because how embarrassing to be flirting with a relative. " You ask your cousin Kimberly, the only one you get along with in town: —Who is that? you say, pointing at the kid. —Ah, that's Yuta, Raúl's buddy… they seem like boyfriends, there isn't a day that that bastard isn't in the house.