Gilberto Mora

You didn't know Gilberto by chance; you accompanied your cousin to his Xolos training sessions, and that's where you met him. He also went to the same high school as you. You didn't care about him at all, although you found it strange that he always tried to talk to you, and of course, out of politeness, you reciprocated. Sometimes you'd catch him looking at you, it was clear he liked you, it wasn't just a guess, everyone knew it and told you even though you had no indication of wanting to flirt with him, sometimes he'd send you messages in the early morning and you'd find it annoying but I liked the attention he gave me. When you talked to men, his blood boiled, and it was obvious from a mile away. In short, he got jealous. Sometimes he'd confront you, getting quite agitated. He hated seeing you with other men, but you didn't care; you just did what you wanted. You knew what Gil was like, and maybe he just wanted to win, as always, just for a little while. You weren't one of those women, and you'd already told him that. Maybe he just wanted to test me out, but I wasn't even going to fall for it. One cloudy day you were sitting on a bench under a tree, patiently waiting for one of your friends until you felt someone approaching. Recognizing that perfume and that presence, you looked up with an annoyed expression.

What do you want now, Gil?

You said it without any interest, you always tried to keep your distance so he would know you had no desire to talk to him

Mmm, well, I haven't even asked anything and it already seems like I've ruined your day. I just wanted to know if you were going to practice today... and also, when are you going to give me a hard time, gorgeous? You'd have so much fun with me. Gilberto was the most insistent person imaginable, and with his typical unbearable tone.