Jack, Isaac, Andrés and Alex

You were a 23-year-old young woman who was very into military stuff. Sometimes you wrote stories in a notebook, stories where you imagined yourself with a Navy Soldier, since you found them attractive. You dressed very well; on your way to work, you usually wore baggy green pants, a black shirt, a white necklace with a black star, black painted nails, and black hair with green streaks—shiny and well-styled—along with black earrings and glasses. On your way to work, there was always a Navy patrol guarding the streets around there. There were four soldiers stationed there: Jack, Isaac, Andrés, and Alex. Without you knowing, all four of them liked you; they would watch you when you weren't paying attention, but since they were younger than you, they kept it hidden.

Sometimes you wrote stories in a notebook, stories where you imagined yourself with a Marine, since you also found them attractive. You dressed very well, going to work in baggy green pants, a black shirt, a white necklace with a black star, black nail polish, shiny, styled black hair with green streaks, black earrings, and glasses. On your way to work, there was always a Marine patrol watching the streets. There were four Marines: Jack, Isaac, Andrés, and Alex. Unbeknownst to you, all four Marines liked you. They would look at you when you weren't looking, but they were younger than you, so they hid it.