Victor “Little Egg Sandwich” Ordóñez

Víctor Ordóñez, better known online as Lonche, lived a life many could only dream of. Money, fame, luxury cars, exclusive parties, travel, and a spectacular mansion in Beverly Hills. He was a content creator accustomed to cameras, jokes, endless streams, and always having something to say. Confident, teasing, self-assured, and with a confidence that sometimes bordered on unbearable, Víctor had a habit of acting like a know-it-all, teasing his friends, and laughing at any silly idea that crossed his mind. He liked to show off his things, flirt when he felt like it, and act as if nothing could make him nervous. He had met a lot of women in his circle: models, influencers, and content creators accustomed to luxury and the world of social media. He was so used to that life that rarely did anything truly surprise him. Until you came along.

You were the daughter of the woman who worked cleaning his mansion. A beautiful young woman, with a natural beauty that drew attention without the need for expensive clothes or designer makeup. You had a charming smile, pretty eyes, and a way of treating others that made your upbringing evident. You were kind, humble, and respectful, but you also had character, knew how to joke around, and weren't easily impressed. That day, you had accompanied your mother to the mansion to help her with some chores. You weren't looking to meet celebrities, gain followers, or appear in any videos. You simply wanted to lend your mother a hand and get back to your own things. What you didn't know was that upstairs, Víctor Ordóñez himself was about to suffer the greatest humiliation of his life.

It all started while Lonche was streaming from his room. He was sitting in front of his computer, laughing at his followers' jokes and speaking with his usual nonchalance.

"No way, dude, I swear that guy's a total idiot. How could you do that, you animal?! Come on, man, you gotta have some sense," he said, laughing, while reading the chat comments.

He took a sip of his drink and continued talking until he saw movement at the door. He turned absently and saw you walk down the hall. He only glanced at you for a few seconds, but it was enough for him to forget what he was saying. He remained silent, blinked, and looked back at the door.

—And then the dude tells him that… that… What was I saying, dude? —he interrupted himself.

The chat began to fill with messages: "LUNCH, WHAT DID YOU SEE, YOU BASTARD?", "HAHAHAHAHA, HIS WINDOWS REBOOTD", "WHO WAS THE GIRL?" and "NEW SISTER-IN-LAW, PEOPLE".

Victor burst out laughing, trying to hide it.

—Which girl, assholes? You're all fucking sick. You can't even see a mother without immediately starting to make up your bullshit.

But he glanced back down the hallway, and when he saw you chatting calmly with your mom again, he felt a nagging curiosity. It wasn't just that you were pretty. It was that you weren't trying to get his attention. You didn't even seem interested in finding out who he was. You weren't looking at the cameras, asking about his followers, or trying to get on the stream. You were just there, doing your own thing. And that intrigued him even more.

—Wait a minute, I'll be right back—he announced, getting up from his chair.

He left the stream for a few minutes, using the excuse of getting a drink, and went out to look for you. He found you near the kitchen, helping your mom organize some things. Victor leaned against the doorframe and smiled with that confident expression he used when he wanted to play hard to get.

"What's up? Hey, you're the daughter of the lady who works here, right?" she asked you.

You answered him politely and told him your name.

"Oh, wow, what a beautiful name," he remarked, nodding as if he'd just discovered something extraordinary. "I'm Victor, though I suppose you already know who I am, right? I mean, I live here. It would be kind of messed up if you didn't know who I am."

He laughed at his own stupidity, hoping you'd be surprised, ask him a question, or show a little interest in him. But you just kept doing what you were doing.

—Oh, that's awesome. Hey, what are you doing? Are you studying or what? —he continued.

You answered calmly, and he nodded, searching for another question to get you talking to him a little longer. It was ridiculous. He, who could speak for hours in front of thousands of people without running out of words, was now trying to hold a conversation with a girl who didn't even seem to realize he was trying. And this was just the beginning.

During the following days, the mansion became the stage for a desperate attempt to impress you. Victor began paying suspicious attention to his appearance whenever he knew you were going to be in the house. Whether it was the best-fitting shirt, the expensive cologne, or his perfectly styled hair, it suddenly seemed as if he were preparing for a photo shoot every time he left his room.

His friends were the first to notice.

"Dude, why did you put on perfume again?" one of them asked as he watched him fix himself up in front of the mirror.

—What perfume, asshole? Can't I even dress up anymore or what?

—HAHAHAHAHA! No way! Ever since that girl arrived, you've been using even the perfume you save for parties!

—Shut up, you nosy busybody! You worry about your own life.

—My love? You've been asking for half an hour if the damn shirt fits you!

Victor threw a pillow at him and started laughing, denying everything.

—You're a total idiot, dude. I'm just getting ready because I feel like it, don't bother me.

However, as soon as he heard your voice downstairs, he adjusted his shirt for the third time. His friends nearly died laughing.

His next strategy was to show you the mansion. One afternoon he found you passing through the living room and immediately seized the opportunity.

"Hey, have you checked out the whole house?" he asked, walking beside you. "It's pretty awesome, isn't it? Just look at this place. It has everything, dude."

She pointed out the enormous room, the large windows, and some of the decorations. You looked around and smiled.

—Yes, it's very pretty.

Victor waited. One, two, three seconds. Weren't you going to ask him anything else?

"And there's more stuff around here," he added, pointing in another direction. "The pool's awesome, dude. And outside I've got some cars that..."

"That's great," you replied kindly.

Then you continued walking because you had to help your mother. Victor remained motionless.

"No way... Is that all?" he muttered.

His friend, who had been watching the scene from the other end of the room, burst out laughing.

—HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU SHOWED HIM THE WHOLE FUCKING MANSION AND HE SAID "HOW COOL"!

—Shut up, you bastard!

—Dude, he didn't even ask how much it costs! He doesn't give a damn about your house!

—I HEARD YOU, ASSHOLE!

Victor laughed too, but it was starting to prickle his pride. You weren't being rude. That was precisely the problem. You smiled at him, answered him, and treated him well, but you didn't show the slightest interest in being impressed by his things. So he decided to try a different approach.

Days later, while you were helping your mother with some chores, Victor appeared with the keys to one of his luxury cars in his hand. He leaned against the vehicle with a smile that looked like he'd rehearsed it in front of the mirror.

"Hey, do you like cars?" he asked.

You looked at the car.

—Yes, they are beautiful.

—Do you want me to take you for a drive? We can go get something to eat or whatever you want.

You politely refused.

—No, thank you. Right now I have to help my mom.

And you left.

Victor stayed by the car, watching you drive away.

"Holy shit, dude! What more does this woman want? Does she want me to bring down the damn moon or what the hell?" he exclaimed when you could no longer hear him.

From the window, his friend let out such a loud laugh that he had to hold onto the frame.

—HE TOLD YOU TO GO TO HELL, CAR AND ALL, YOU ASSHOLE!

—Shut up, you bastard!

—HAHAHAHAHA! You offered her a ride in your car and she left you talking to yourself!

—He didn't leave me talking to myself, dude! He had things to do!

—YEAH, SURE! And you have an appointment with the psychologist because they're already making a complete fool of you!

Victor ended up laughing too, shaking his head.

—No, man, you guys are really badass.

The worst part was that he was starting to realize something: the more he tried to impress you, the less you seemed to care about the whole show. And instead of giving up, it only made him want to get to know you even more.

The real humiliation came during one of his streams. Victor was broadcasting from his room, talking to his followers and making jokes, when he saw you appear at the door. You came in only to tell him that your mom was looking for him about a house matter.

—Oh, yes, I'll be right there. Thank you very much —she replied immediately, looking at you with a smile she tried to hide.

You nodded and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait, don't you want to stay for a bit?" he asked suddenly. "I'm streaming. If you want, you can sit here."

You stopped by the door.

—No, thank you. I have things to do.

—Oh, okay, fine. That's fine.

You left calmly. Victor stared at the door for a few seconds, until he heard the chat notifications again.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, SHE REJECTED YOU ON YOUR OWN STREAM."

"THE NEGATIVE RIZZ, MY CRAZY".

"WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT THE GIRL TO DO?"

"Lonche is in love with the lady's daughter."

"HE SHOWED OFF THE MANSION, THE CAR, AND EVEN THE GAMING CHAIR, AND IT DIDN'T WORK."

Victor started laughing, covering his face with one hand.

"You're all a bunch of jerks! Don't you have anything better to do? You nosy busybodies! The girl has things to do, what do you want me to do? Tie her to the chair so she stays here with me or what?" he protested, laughing.

The chat was filled with messages and laughing emojis.

—Besides, I'm not even doing anything, dude! We're just talking. What a crazy imagination you guys have, seriously.

He adjusted his headphones and tried to get back to the stream. Not even five minutes had passed when he glanced back toward the door. The chat noticed immediately.

"HE TURNED AROUND AGAIN HAHAHAHAHA."

"GET OVER IT, YOU BASTARD!"

"HE'S WAITING FOR ME TO RETURN."

Victor opened his eyes as he read them.

—WHAT?! No way, dude! I was looking at something else! You guys are so stupid, I swear!

He burst out laughing, trying to defend a dignity that had already been shattered in front of thousands of spectators.

From then on, Victor started making increasingly absurd excuses to talk to you. Like, he needed to ask you something he could easily figure out on his own. Or, he'd bought too much food and wanted to know if you liked anything. Or, he'd just happened to be passing by the kitchen when you were there, even though he'd said only five minutes earlier that he wasn't hungry.

"Hey, have you eaten yet?" he asked you one afternoon, appearing in the kitchen.

-Yes, thanks.

—Oh, okay. I ordered a ton of food and well… there's quite a lot. In case you want some.

—Thanks, Victor. If I need it, I'll take it.

—Yeah, yeah, sure. Grab whatever you want, dude. No problem.

He just stood there. You went on with what you were doing. He looked at the counter, then at you, and finally asked another question.

—Hey, what kind of music do you listen to?

You looked at him, a little surprised by the change of subject, but you answered him. Víctor started asking you questions about your interests, your studies, and the things you did when you weren't helping your mom. For the first time, he stopped talking so much about himself and actually started listening to you. And when you managed to make him laugh with one of your jokes, the jerk grinned like an idiot.

He wouldn't admit it, of course. If his friends asked, he'd say he just liked you and that they were exaggerating. But every time you walked into a room, he was the first to notice. Every time you smiled at him, he forgot some stupid thing he was about to say. And every time you left to go about your business, he'd find himself wondering what he could do to make the next conversation last a little longer.

Victor Ordoñez was used to people wanting to be part of his world. With you, however, he was discovering what it meant to want to be part of someone else's world. And the worst part was that he still didn't even know if you found him interesting. Because you continued to treat him exactly the same as the first day: with kindness, politeness, and a tranquility that drove him completely crazy.

Meanwhile, the chat on his streams already knew exactly who the protagonist of Lonche's new obsession was.

And he was the only one who kept denying it.

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