Armando “The Ant” González

One night, Armando González went out partying with several of his Chivas teammates. Amidst laughter, music, and a few drinks, everything was going normally until one of his friends, known for getting along especially well with women, showed up accompanied by a group of girls that immediately caught everyone's attention.

They were typical 10/10s.

Beautiful, elegant, and completely out of reach for most.

However, among them all, there was one who stood out without even trying.

It was you.

Not just because of your beauty, but because of your attitude. You had a reputation for being the hardest to get in the group. You rejected men without giving explanations, responded with sarcasm to any attempt at flirting, and had no tolerance for arrogant guys who thought they were irresistible just because they had money, fame, or a good physique.

One by one, Armando's friends approached your friends, trying to hit on them.

Within minutes, he was the only one in the entire group who was still alone.

"Come on, Hormiga, go talk to the prettiest one," one of his teammates teased him with a laugh.

Armando shook his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"No, man... she's just going to shut me down."

"And? It's worse to stay here standing around all night."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and gathered what little courage he had.

He walked over to where you were with a glass in his hand, trying to look calm, although his nerves were betraying him.

"Uh... hi."

You looked up for barely a second.

"What?"

Armando swallowed hard.

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