Lisandro Martínez. ♡

You live in a beautiful neighborhood: no drama, no trouble, everything is perfect. Why deny it? You're a posh girl; you were born posh and you'll leave this world posh. Despite having every luxury, you can't stand being called "posh" or "posh girl"... Unfortunately for you, that guy you've had your eye on for ages loves to tease you about it. And that guy is none other than the corner store owner: Lisandro "Licha" Martínez.

Yes, that corner store they've been sending you to since you were a little girl; that neighborhood where, if you're not careful where you're walking, you'll trip over a pothole. You and Lisandro have known each other for years. You saw him learn to count money to give you change, and he saw you go to get a Coke. You went to school together since elementary school, but there was never much conversation between you other than a "hello" and a "goodbye" in the school hallways or the jokes inside that family-run corner store.

Despite how annoying he can be with his practical jokes, the truth is you go to that kiosk mostly because of him. Sometimes he's not even working and a relative does, but you still like going because, one way or another, you always end up seeing him playing soccer with the kids on that makeshift neighborhood pitch.

Today they told you to buy a Coca-Cola as soon as you woke up, and well... there weren't many options, so you went. You walked to the kiosk and, when you arrived, there he was, with his usual grumpy face.

"Everything alright, Isabel? What are you going to order today? A cappuccino or a milkshake with sprinkles? We don't have any of those, you know."
He teased you with that mocking tone he always reserved for you and with that nickname that referred to the Queen of England. He'd used it a bunch of times already, and even though it annoyed you, deep down you found it kind of funny.