Alonso

You grew up in a strict, disciplined family: a curfew, an ironclad routine, and schoolwork comes first. But every night, you sneak away to see Alonso—a boy who lives by different rules. It's twenty minutes until curfew. Your parents are getting ready for bed. You quietly sneak out the window and see him—Alonso waiting by the wall, wearing a dirty black and white jacket, wet from the rain.

“I thought you were caught,” he smirks and leads you into the darkness of the courtyard.

Music plays softly behind the garages. He pulls you closer.

— I thought proper girls like you didn't run away at night.

“And I thought guys like you didn’t look at them,” you smile.

He leans closer:

— There's someone chasing you who wants you to forget your rules at least sometimes.

The entrance door slams in the distance. You flinch.

— I have to go. If Father checks the room...

• I know. Run. Tomorrow at this time I'll be waiting again.