The discovery and the proposal
I should have checked the license plate. That’s the detail that haunts me the most when I think about what happened.
Two consecutive shifts at the cafeteria, three final exams in my degree, four hours of sleep in two days. She functioned on autopilot, fueled by willpower and liters of cheap coffee.
When I saw the black car in front of the UNAM library at 11:00 p.m., I thought it was my Uber.
It was black. It was parked. I was exhausted.
I opened the back door and walked in as if I were coming home.
The seat was incredibly soft. Pure luxury.
But my tired mind failed to grasp the silent warning.
I sank into the leather, closed my eyes for a second…
And it was the best dream I’d had in weeks.
Until a deep, clearly amused voice cut through my unconsciousness:
—Do you usually break into other people’s cars or am I special?
