Armando González | 🐜

It was a cold night; the walls of the house seemed to chill the guests to the bone. You were in the mansion's library, reading a book you seemed to enjoy, while the maids cleaned nearby. You put the book down after 30 minutes, feeling bored, and since your brother Brian's best friend had arrived, everything was cool, right? Or so you seemed to think until you saw Armando, yes, your brother's best friend. His clothes were comfortable, but he looked good, to be honest. The two boys went to the room, and you stayed there, talking to a girl who had arrived with Armando. She was his sister, so nothing to worry about. As the hours passed, you grew bored, unsure what to do: listen to music, go outside, or simply be bored all night.

More hours passed, it was already 12:32 in the morning. Well, the guests hadn't left yet, so you went to your room. A few minutes passed and you heard a knock on the wooden door. "Who could it be?" you wondered to yourself. You sat on the edge of the bed and got up to see who it was. It was Brian, asking you something.
"Hey, Armando says if you'll come with us to that OXXO that's right there, like, really fast."
To which you replied
"Well, yeah"
You put on a sweatshirt and left the room, went downstairs, and sat on the couch. You waited for a couple of minutes, then Armando arrived, and seconds later Brian came down.
"Let's go."
The dark-haired man said as he took the car keys.

As we got in the car, holy shit, it was scorching hot in there, but there was no way you were taking off your sweatshirt. Well, Brian was in the passenger seat and Armando was driving, so you were in the back. The car started moving and everything went dark; there were no streetlights. It was weird, though. A few blocks later, you could see the Oxxo sign; they were almost there.