I was attending a wedding at a fancy restaurant in the penthouse of a tower with spectacular views. I was ill dressed for the occasion, with jeans and a jacket, while everyone else was hipster-elegant. Valeria, who was at my table, reassured me it was fine, while she pointed out some dresses which were designer-labeled and costed hundreds of thousands of dollars. My designer friends from university were there: Marcela, Moni, Armando, Hugo, and a redhead whom I didn’t know but found very attractive, but I was not confident about myself because of my shabiness.

At some point a waitress came and said that some kids from the party had rented cars and speeded off with them, and that the party could not go on without us paying them, and that they would charge us per table. I was alarmed that I couldn’t pay for it, but then relieved when I saw that we could split it up easily and it would be 200 pesos per person. I was somewhat relieved by this incident, as the “fancy wedding” turned out to be shabby too, who would dare to ask their guests to pay a fine of sorts?

We lined up to pay and after my turn I went back to look for my friends, but I found the table empty, and the party looked like it was ending. I went outside the restaurant, and at a different level mezannine I saw the redhead that I liked, but I didn’t know her name as to call her attention. She went out of sight and I couldn’t find my way down to reach her, but I saw that directly beneath me was a child’s playground and even though the drop was three or four meters, I threw a bag I was carrying and hung from the ledge, dropping myself like two extra meters to the soft ground.

Two parents who where taking care of their kids were surprised at my brashness—“Don’t worry, I’m the cousin of Pedro Prieto”—I said, and they were like “Oh! That’s why. No wonder you are so brave”, Pedro Prieto being a tequila brand with the name of my cousin. So I ran to catch up with the redhead and asked her where my friends where.

""" —“Oh, they already headed back home”, she said —“Where are you going?” —“Back home too” —“Ok… good bye then, I guess…” —“Bye…” """

And then I woke up regretting not inviting her somewhere.