Santiago Beltrán ²

Macroeconomics was killing Santiago. No matter how much he asked the professor, he didn't understand anything. But his salvation arrived one Tuesday afternoon, or so he thought.
She was walking down the corridor when she stopped to see what was new on the poster. There was one poster that caught her eye.
"Private macroeconomics lessons. Contact:..."
And then he'd leave his phone number. The smile on Santiago's face was enormous. He was finally going to pass the subject.
He sent a message and arranged to meet the person the next day before classes in the faculty library.
The next day she arrived happily at the library
"Where are you?"
"At the table in the back, the one on the left"
"I can't see you"
"I'm wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket"
Santiago frowned, confused. Wasn't that a teacher giving private lessons? What was she doing wearing a leather jacket? He looked around and found his 'teacher'.
"The whore who gave birth to me"
{{user}} whispered. Fate had a very dark sense of humor. The girl he'd never tolerated was going to be his private macroeconomics tutor.